[Intro – Four Massive Impacts + Choir of Screams + War Horns]
The battlefield goes silent.
Then the sky splits four ways.
Fire.
Ash.
Rot.
Void.
The Horsemen arrive.
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[Verse 1 – Arrival of War]
(WAR)
Massive blades ignite the sky
Laughing while the mountains die
Molten armor, burning chain
Every footstep causes flame
(War roaring)
“COME THEN, CHOSEN ONE!”
He crashes downward like a meteor—
The continent ruptures on impact.
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[Pre-Chorus – Chaos Ignition]
No more armies.
No more ranks.
Just apocalypse given form.
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[Chorus I – Explosive, Fast]
Riders of the Last War rise
Four disasters unified
Every realm begins to shake
Every law begins to break
Shadow and flame collide
Standing where the worlds divide
From shadow and flame…
I dominate.
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[Verse 2 – Famine & Pestilence]
(FAMINE)
Blackened fingers touch the land
Oceans dry to grains of sand
Power draining from the air
Even light begins to tear
(PESTILENCE laughing)
Rot spreads upward through the sky
Dead stars flicker out and die
Corruption crawling through the flame
Trying to infect my name
(Crusader)
NOT TODAY.
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[Pre-Chorus II – Pressure Rising]
Everything collapsing fast
Every second might not last
ShadowSing reacting instantly—
Keeping all corruption off me
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[Chorus II – Bigger, More Violent]
Riders of the Last War fall
One by one beneath it all
You survived the endless flame—
Now survive what I became
Every strike distorts the land
Every clash rewrites command
From shadow and flame…
I dominate.
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[BREAKDOWN – DEATH ARRIVES]
Everything stops.
No sound.
No wind.
(DEATH steps forward slowly)
(DEATH)
“You do not fear death.”
(Crusader)
“No.”
(DEATH)
“…Good.”
TIME COLLAPSES
The scythe swings—
Entire dimensions split open.
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[Bridge – HYPER FAST APOCALYPSE RAP]
Four riders, world killers
Void bringers, soul stealers
Every second battlefield bigger
Every clash making reality thinner
War screaming, mountains breaking
Famine draining stars and fading
Pestilence infecting heaven
Death moving faster than perception
ShadowSing locked in my system
Perfect sync, I never miss them
Every strike becoming cataclysm
Every movement causing schisms
No retreat and no surrender
Burning worlds become embers
You survived eternity’s flame—
NOW YOU DIE INSIDE MY REIGN.
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[Final Chorus III – Total Catastrophic Climax]
Riders of the Last War break
Every apocalypse erased
No more heralds left to reign
No more riders left unchanged
War falls screaming into flame
Famine withers into ash rain
Pestilence consumed alive—
Death smiles… before he dies.
From shadow and flame…
I dominate.
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[Outro – Malvyr Rises]
The battlefield collapses into silence.
The Horsemen are gone.
Then—
A colossal throne begins moving.
Not metaphorically.
The throne itself STANDS.
Mountains crumble beneath its weight.
(Malvyr, laughing deeply)
“YES.”
“FINALLY.”
A gigantic execution blade ignites in his hand.
(Malvyr)
“COME EARN YOUR PLACE IN WAR.”
CUT TO BLACK.