Story The Big Four

Death tic tac clicking at the morning's red haze.
Bodies melted like ice creams in the streets.
The seven trumpets can be heard along the Earth, announcing the come of the Big Fours. Baphomet leading those steeds.

White of victory blazing along the living hell. A victory bow through the night will save you from the sins that you have made; a victory for those who remain true, instant death for those praying pigs.

Red flash choking the sky. Bringing inner war along the remain humanity.
Ripped iron for that deadly sword harvesting hate along all of us.
Killing for the disputes between different points of view; spreading lungs, blood and tears.

Gallop shaking the soil like sea. Houses rumbling like stars shine in the darkest night.
No one smiles this day.

Fire coming out from everywhere.
Humans extinguishing like flies.

Odor of burnt flesh and hair within the air. Taste of iron in the horsemen mouths, filled with empty promises and words. Killing everything at their way.

Dark steed of hunger creeping the living. The world starts to get moldy.
With a balance in the hand; changing food for souls.

Bay taste in every dead. When deaths by sickle are nothing but a number; the earth is already dead, he just comes to end what everyone started since they born. Death horseman taking everyone's last breath with his sickle.

And another cycle starts, leaded by the four horsemen in search of vengeance.

The victory, war, hunger and death. The progression of the end, killing everything that stands at their way.