I am death, I have no form
I am a predator stalking its prey
There is no use fighting me
For all who are touched by
My fingers will surely perish

I am war, I am violence
My rage can’t be controlled
My temper runs hot and cold
Those who are in the midst
Of my fury shall surely perish

I am strife, found in darkness
The very darkness of hearts
I am a destroyer of peace
Those who fall under
Me will surely perish

I am famine, I will spread
I live on your hunger I drink
Your despair as I abolish
All hope and light, for those
Who are near will surely perish

We are the followers of the
Omega, we live to bring dread
And fear to all around us
We are the four horsemen
Of the apocalypse.