Kings, bear you silence, listen for the sirens;
Queens, bear you silence, listen for the alarum;
Men and children, bear you silence, listen for the gales.

They come on swift winds, those horsemen four
Bearing gifts of death, on trampled hooves they roar
Through the air, those four cometh
Of the land, those four cometh
And the sea, o\' the whole wide horizon
They come on swift winds, those horsemen four.

Great plagues follow quick, of those horsemen four
Loosening the life through thick pit sores
Along the night, those four cometh
Renowned and imfamed, those four cometh
And the diseased piled high o\' the horizon
They come on swift winds, those horsemen four.

War and famine burn brightly, of those horsemen four
The hungry dying quietly from bloody war
From the Heavens, those four cometh
O, the despair, those four cometh
Fires burn, Lo! Scorching o’ the horizon
They come on swift winds, those horsemen four.

O, how they ride and screech, those horsemen four;
O, how they call! A thunderous bloody roar!
O, how they came, from the sea those four cometh!
O, how they flew, from the air those four cometh!
O’ the horizon, flew the Heavenly scourge;
Coming on swift winds, those horsemen four!