He came down when no one thought he wouldnThere were four horses beside him and a sword of goodnPeople cried and some returned to the seanAnd he laughed with the belief that he had slowly died in mennHe loves, he loves, he loves.nnTrumpets sound and the sky turned blue to rednThat’s when I heard someone whisper,n“I think he’s rising up the dead”nLocusts swarmed and everybody rannAnd I began to see the strangest mark on my right hand.nnHe loves, he loves, he loves.nnHe came down when no one thought he wouldnThere were four horses beside him and a sword of goodnMy mom cried, my father apologizednThey were fell down to their sidesnThat’s where they prayed and where they died.nnHe loves, he loves, he loves.