I come riding in on a pale horse,
Hades following behind me.
I received a fourth of the Earth,
just like those did before me.

I don't carry any weapons,
but depictions might have me with a scythe.
The others cause destruction all around me,
I'm just here to claim the souls.

5,000 people died daily in Rome,
because of the deadly plague before them.
Those were the days for me,
as well as for my comrades.

The history of the devastations of
me extended over all.
My prophecy marks the malignant climax
of the previous riders.