Из альбома: Into the Long Night
Six horsemen came to take him out
He knew what they were going to bring about
His dreams and the truth ran down the drain
The river turned bleak in a hushed complain
When passing the trees behind silent hill
Night fell thick and seven horses stood still
Fear twisted his soul and he became hollow
Where he now rides, death will follow
Get in line and listen to Uncle Sam:
A dead man’s body doesn’t give a damn
Lost lives might be for your eyes to see
But better it be him, than you and me