Four in Hand

Sin and an aversion to right
Such things have become hallmarks to his existence
Character flaws don't exist
This hallowed cult must desist
This prophesizes their death
The world will burn, embrace it
Evil rides in on Saracen sons, chore
Tossing them in our midst
Demons, gifts from this giver of sin for ages of treachery
Feel them writhing into our skin, angels can't hear us now
Lean on habits that used to kill, feels good when we are one
Luxuria (Lust)
Gula (Gluttony)
Avaritia (Greed)
Acedia (Sloth)
Ira (Wrath)
Invidia (Envy)
Superbia (Pride)
Saligia (Sin)
Driving horses from the stables, deep within the flames of netherworlds of purgatory
Four in hand he rides among us, he won't stop as long as man is prone to hatred
Sorrows aside, he brings misery
From beneath the reins
Ascending, collecting, preparing for wielding pain
From beneath the reins
Stop, he is near, hold your heart in your hands
Feel the age-old torture
Fly from the fear in your soul, how you know
He is right behind you
Look to the sky, dark will come, he will rise
See his chariot flaming
Sin will revive, stranglehold, drown in vice
Feel the pain of his pride
Still hearts don't beat
Black death repeats
Feel his presence, one you can't forget
Look to the horizon, see his silhouette