verbava все записи автора интересно, что именно представители "тяжелых" субкультур чаще всего обращаются к тематике апокалипсиса. в этой подборке - четыре песни, прямо отсылающих к образам мрачных всадников...

Metallica - The Four Horsemen (album "Kill'em All")

By the last breath of the four winds blow
Better raise your ears
The sound of hooves knock at your door
Lock up your wife and children now
It's time to wield the blade
For now you've got some company

The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On leather steeds they ride
They come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the four Horsemen ride
Or choose your fate and die
YEAH!!

You've been dying
since the day you were born
You know it's all been planned
The quartet of deliverance rides
A sinner once, a sinner twice
No need for confession now
Cause now you've got the fight of your life

TIME
Has taken its toll on you
The lines that crack your face
FAMINE
Your body, it has torn through
Withered in every place
PESTILENCE
For what you've had to endure
For what you have put others through
DEATH
Deliverance for you for sure
Now there's nothing you can do

So gather round young warriors now
And saddle up your steeds
Killing scores with demon swords
Now's the death of doers wrong
Swing the judgment hammer down
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat


Алиса - Всадники (альбом "Сейчас позднее, чем ты думаешь")

По имени - Рок, по жизни - Звезда,
По крови - Огонь, по судьбе - Борозда,
По вере - Любовь, по религии - Крест,
По сути - Опричник Небес.

На рыжем коне он движется в мир.
Рубцы городов, бородавки квартир
Врачует война, землю не уберечь,
Не мир он несет, но меч.

По имени - Суд, по жизни - Обвал,
По крови - Баланс, по судьбе - Ритуал,
По вере - Любовь, по религии - Крест,
По сути - Опричник Небес.

Он движется в мир, его конь Вороной,
И зоркий дозор у него за спиной.
Он враг полумер, он свидетель конца,
Имеющий меру Отца.

Все, чем дорожит зверинец,
Меч срежет с лица земли.
Так меру вершит Кормилец.
Горькая правда - полынь,
Пока не многим знаком этот вкус.
И только этой горечи - болью сродни блюз.

По имени - Смерть, по жизни - Коса,
По крови - Кристалл, по судьбе - Полоса,
По вере - Любовь, по религии - Крест,
По сути - Опричник Небес.

Он движется в мир на Бледном коне,
И четверть земли у него в табуне,
А следом торжественно шествует ад,
И шахты Геены горят.

По имени - Свет, по жизни - Закон,
По крови - Руда, по судьбе - Перезвон,
По вере - Любовь, по религии - Крест,
По сути - Опричник Небес.

На белом коне в мир движется он,
Победой овеян его легион.
Солдат - венценосец, спасителя лук,
Он принял в руки из рук.

Все, чем дорожит зверинец,
Лук пересечет стрелой.
Так мир исцелит Кормилец.
Свет Откровения свят,
И тайну не вручишь словам,
Но я все же спел этот блюз вам!


Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around (album "American IV: The Man Comes Around")

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.
An' he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same.
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.

The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
For you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground.
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown.
When the man comes around.

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down,
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.

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 follwed with him.


Megadeth - Blessed Are The Dead (album "United Abominations")

A great sign appeared
Under the stars and the moon
Sounds of galloping horses
On clouds of lightning and thunder
A dark and gathering storm
To scorch the earch for many generations
A nuclear winter
Worse than any cold or holy war

A white horse on the clouds of death
A red warhorse to end all wars
A pale horse and pestilence led
By a black horse with famine and scales

The doctrine of hatred, nation will rise against nation
Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead

A crowned rider with arrows and bow
A red rider with a great fiery sword
Plagues from the one colored death
Horror and apocolypse follows

Ride, won't you four horsemen ride again
Before this kingdom's blown to kingdome come
Ride, I hold fast to what I believe till I see my name in stone
Blessed are the dead, that they may rest

A white horse on the clouds of death
A red warhorse to end all wars
A pale horse and pestilence led
By a black horse with famine and scales

The doctrine of hatred, nation will rise against nation
Wash me in blood and let me be the first born of the dead

A crowned rider with arrows and bow
A red rider with a great fiery sword
Plagues from the one colored death
Horror and apocolypse follows

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