War rides on

 

And the second seal is broken

War is riding his horse of fire

night painted red, prophecy is spoken

people burn on a funeral pyre

The Horseman rages upon the earth

relentlessly attacks, a knight of death

Call him Ares or call him Mars

under his feet grass turns to ash

He wields his crimson sword

bow to your king, obey your lord

the morning has broken, a day to die

slay the enemy, stab the sky

Cannons fire, whistling bombs fall

as we answer to his iron call

we bring an apocalypse made by our hands

War made flesh and he roams the lands

A dead planet left as he marches on

heavy is our burden, our hope is gone

like volcanic magma he melts as all

a pit of lava for all of us to crawl

When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, "Come." And another, a red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from Earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him.

— Revelation 6:3–4