there is something cooking

The black horses galloping

Storming up ashes of smoke

Thundering hooves shaking the ground

Everyone stops and stares

As far as the eyes can see

What is causing it?

Many rush out to see

The black horses riding by

The men of black clothing

Singing verses of religion

The good news and a future

There is no need to hide

The black horses galloping

With the black clothing riders

Rushing along to meet

The light rising in their eyes

Singing verses of religion

No stopping no hello

They have a mission to accomplish

In the distance rising with the light

The people turn wave at them

“Why so in a hurry?

There is nothing on the hill”

“Maybe they have a mission

We don't see in our peasant heads

We see our crops and living day to day

They see something else

On the hill”

“Maybe they want to hide

You see what they carry?

“I have no idea

It seems quite heavy

See the horse hooves?”

“We better sound the elders

There is something cooking”