Mystic Circle

God's wrath
Let them descent from heaven
The harbinger of hell
They're called
Flaming swords in their hands
A massacre of flesh and blood
The riders serve god's hatred
Humanity has lost the game
The wings of death sharpen
Days of retribution
Of indescribable cruelty
Hunger is the beginning
The priests have failed
War and pestilence annihilate all
Plagues of hate and suffering
Death spreads his wings
The snare is getting tighter
The riders f apocalypse
Will finish their work