Bruce Dickinson

The first hellrider came
On wings a-plenty in the dark
Hauled out his poison
And he blew away his mark
The fascist from the east is coming
Mothers, hide your sons
The second hellrider came
From flaming seas and molten sands
Half his play in Hell's commands
Hauled out his poison
With his promises of promised lands
Glad, good times of lying leaders
Here come the riders
As the wheel of time is running out of time
Here come the riders
As the wheel of time is running out of time
The third hellrider came
Teaching brothers to kill brother man
And the fourth hellrider waits
On an acid trail for an acid world
Walls of old religions' fools and superstitious men
Throws some scary Tarot cards and...
Here come the riders
As the wheel of time is running out of time
Here come the riders
As the weird illusion's stepping out to light