I heard the voices of the four beasts
They look old
They came from an ancient gallery
And were riding on their black night horses

Waking up before I dream
Hate becomes clearer
The more I kill, the more I attempt
No side or lie reflects and rewinds

An ambulance goes on the bridge
While birds are on water
This is the equal vision of that point of view

I heard about your car crash tragedy
On the radio and newspapers?
But I'm gonna walk the roads to find deliverance
Peace of mind is a gift for absent friends