Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light
I was wandering in an endless dream, haunted by the night
I saw four ghostly riders, their horses in a line
Each in turn did point at me and said a mournful rhyme
We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea
Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down
Bring 'em down. bring 'em down ,
Curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand
thus flowing into the last verse Or whatever; just listen to the record)
What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave