He moves me again to look at the frightening scene

As another horse emerges from the shadows serene

Seemingly quiet but full on conquering woe

As into its shadows the world longingly goes

The scales of mammon move back and forth

Along the pathway of certain remorse

For He will vanquish every happy breath

And leave our soul in peaceful death

Until the day of the great asise

When every penny is judged by the wise

And fully recognised Black King

Who rules over filthy lucre and everything.

He will scatter the curse of the Black Horse

As His kingdom comes with hearts without remorse

The people of God give certain sway

Over the scales of doubt that dog each way.