Lyrics

I don't care about your secrets
The secret things you do
I don't care about your problems
That's all up to you

I don't care about the Earth
I don't care about the Sun
I don't care about the environment
'Cause it's all come undone

I was born out in Los Alamos
Armageddon is my name
I used to have a brother…
He rides a horse just the same

Behold, here come four riders
They ride in from the East
Beware their mark upon you
it's the mark of The Beast!

She's a pale rider, baby
You can tell by the way she smiles

When The Beast is hungry
It sends the riders forth into the dawn

The villagers were sleeping
Even though they had been warned

Conquest released her hellhounds
War's hammer shook the ground

Famine kills alone with silent grace
While Death leaves your bones as the only trace

The Beast nodded with approval
Grinned and clapped his two hands

And all the corpses got off the ground
And began to do a dance

They danced into an early grave
In a village with bones, you can still see

'Cause every soul The Beast took home
As something sweet to eat!

She's a pale rider, baby
You can tell by the way she smiles
She's a pale rider, baby