SYML - My Four Friends

Pure white hell, is an awesome sight
With a golden crown, like a storm he rides
All through the night
Oh, his heavenly horn will sound
Fear not my child
Sing and pray 'til your lungs give out
Ladies and gentlemen, my four friends

Bathed in red, every child and man
See his blameless sword in his righteous hand
He will descend
Angels screaming in pure delight
Battle begins
This world violently ends tonight
Ladies and gentlemen, my four friends

Black as coal with his scale to tell
If these hungry souls can afford this bread
Oh, little lambs
Wide-eyed gathering for the feast
Oh, what a shame
My dears, you will have none to eat
Ladies and gentlemen, my four friends

Pale moon death knocking on my door
This book says you're the last of four
One of the guys
You've been misunderstood for years
If this is goodbye
Please know there's no one else I'd rather fear
Ladies and gentlemen, you can be born again
Oh such a bitter end, my four friends
Ladies and gentlemen, my four friends