Paroles de Horses With The Dead

Ages ago four fiery steeds they came Battle bedecked for a war that bears no name Armor flies and dust clouds rise In aftermath the lone beasts raise their heads These are the horses with the dead I don't know where or why they ride But there is method to their maddening stride Horses with the dead Centuries pass and again they cross the hill And stop there on the same ground, green and clear Amidst unknown and nameless stones In quiet grace the horses bow their heads These are the horses with the dead I don't know where or why they ride But there is method to their maddening stride Horses with the dead Out from an Apocalyptic dream they ride Into the face of darkness they collide Thunder cries and lightning flies In majesty the horses raise their heads These are the horses with the dead I don't know where or why they ride But there is merhod to their maddening stride Horses with the dead