Lyrics of 'Prince Of The International Kaleidoscope' by All Saved Freak Band

White, red, black, and pale horses are coming
When are you gonna stop your running?
Universal death is in the land, don't think that you can hide.
Hell, war, and destruction will sweep you under the tide
Unless you make your stand now. Jesus will see you through somehow
You better keep on prayin' or in a grave you'll be layin'
Or in a grave you'll be layin'.

Ten kings spinning in a circle.
A royal prostitute dressed in purple.
White robes, too, the martyrs' blood she drank
Frightened by the Gospel from the truth she shrank
Rockefeller's fellows rocked, nation's ships sank;
All Rome's hills can't cure her ills
White horse rider puts the world in shock
White horse rider puts the world in shock

John Birch Society flaunts before the world its piety
Never pointed to the Jesuit society.
Is it scared to?
Unless you make your stand now, Jesus will see you through somehow
You better keep on prayin' or in a grave you'll be layin'.
Or in a grave you'll be layin'.

International bankers and roundtable groups
got all the nations jumpin' through hoops.
But out of their ranks I doubt if there's one
that knows that their father's a Jesuit's son.
With all of these maneuverings.....
There is no hope in the pope
All the king's horses and men
Couldn't put Rome together again
Couldn't put Rome together again

Beautiful city across the sea beckoning with grace to you and me.
Through confession gains her fee, claims to be the city of eternity.
With priests and nuns and concubines, she traps the world in her divines
Bearer of the Benign light, Black Madonna of the night.
Black Madonna of the night

Round table, round table, do you think that you'll be able
Causing war and causing famine Antichrist power you'll be havin'
Unless you make your stand now, Jesus will see you through somehow
You better keep on prayin' or in a grave you'll be layin'.
Or in a grave you'll be layin'.

White horseman coming with a bow in his hand
Here's his brother Red spreading war through the land
Black horseman steals food from the sod
Pale horse comes running he is sent from God
Death is his name, we know his fame
With his tracks on the earth it won't be the same
The Lamb's sacrifice is made
Forgive our sins, Jesus, in Your holy name
Forgive our sins, Jesus, in Your holy name
Forgive our sins, Jesus, in Your holy name