My Four Friends - SYML

Composed by：Brian Fennell

Produced by：Brian Fennell/Brian Eichelberger

Pure white hell is an awesome sight

With a golden crown like a storm he rides

All through the night

Oh his heavenly horn will sound

Fear not my child

Sing and pray 'til your lungs give out

Ladies and gentlemen my four friends

Bathed in red every child and man

See his blameless sword in his righteous hand

He will descend

Angels screaming in pure delight

Battle begins

This world violently ends tonight

Ladies and gentlemen my four friends

Black as coal with his scale to tell

If these hungry souls can afford this bread

Oh little lambs wide eyed gathering for the feast

Oh what a shame my dears you will have none to eat

Ladies and gentlemen my four friends

Pale moon death knocking on my door

This book says you're the last of four

One of the guys you've been misunderstood for years

If this is goodbye

Please know there's no one else I'd rather fear

Ladies and gentlemen you can be born again

Oh such a bitter end my four friends

Ladies and gentlemen my four friends