And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder:
One of the four beasts saying: “Come and see.” And I saw.
And behold, a white horse:
There’s a man goin’ ’round takin’ names.
And he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won’t be treated all the same:
The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell followed with him.