Текст песни Pale Rider

I pulled the knife out of my spine Still under heavy guns Trying so hard to understand The weight of all I've done Out from the cannon fire Still under heavy guns I see pale riders on my side Collecting angry sons I pulled the knife out of my spine Now show me what is to come We are the solitary ones We see through yesterday into eternity We are the solitary ones We see that every pain was our delivery We question all we sacrifice As if it was a test But what if we could see the end The other side of wicked flesh I see inheritance I witness blessed influence Disintegration of the fear Of all that lies ahead I pulled the knife out of my spine and rest assured in what's to come