The Pomp - Pale Rider Lyrics

Old men Rise,They Rymn that God exists
Torments are keeping us going to somewhere not needed
There's not too much life or love for me to gain
I've noticed this heartache is moulded and grown into fever
Ye can hear it in the Silence it's blowing along the wind
The struggle and hunger is not getting better
Teenage finds violence supports them along to make the grade
Things get much brighter from heaven
Things get much brighter from heaven
They're sending the Reap

Oh how we wait we taught the new age had dawned,
It says something different we can't understand they won't tell us
You turned on your race your colours there gone oh there gone
It's what's in your pockets and where you live who you are A..I....
They control us with the violence between us along with faith
There's a fake launch There's a break out its all on the media
The bullets the violence what's real is on a major page
Not knowing is better
A Rider from heavens called death and he's on his way here
A real life experience providing a way for their hate
A Coven with an Etos political centers
They're growing in silence their coming to take our souls away
The free men in their pickets the cowards along with this
Ye think that your getting one over another
This world's not Concubine this place belongs to him
This riders called death and he's coming
This riders called death and he's coming
And he's on his way
This riders death and he's coming
This riders called death and he's coming
He's on his way here.