Death
40 Pestilence, 20 War, 20 Famine, 60 Death
You are the fourth and final horseman. You are monotone and all-business. Hell follows in your wake. You not only have the power to use disease, pestilence, and war of your own, but it is you who takes the victims of the other horsemen. Riding the pale horse, you are as a ghost. Your weapon is the scythe and have an army of demons at your control.
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Spring is the season when the hawks all start to fly, Well maybe when I die we'll trade places, I'll grow wings and I'll fly, Hey, Blue John, hey Blue John, Heyyy Bluuuue John, Can I Play with you?