Lost Riders Songtext
von Westing

Black peaks set on the horizon
Red sun will soon be rising today
Morning star just keeps on fighting
Its fading light will fall into play

When all these lost riders, they seek out an aftermath
Chasing horizons and fleeing the day
Finding their desert, the dark tinted caravan
Promising to show the way

Into the deepest of nights
Into the darkest of dreams
The sword swallower will pull back the curtains
And show you how a siren screams

Red paint took upon the heavens
Black lights in hallway mirror the rain, the rain
Night fires chasing the moonlight
Monk stands picked up not dancing today, the way


When all these lost riders, they seek out an aftermath
Chasing horizons and fleeing the day
Finding their desert, the dark tinted caravan
Promising to show the way

Into the deepest of nights
Into the darkest of dreams
The sword swallower will pull back the curtains
And show you how a siren screams

Smoke rises on the horizon
All flag and cross burned to the grave, don′t look away
Behold the serpent rising
From ocean abysses, the legions of day

When all these lost riders, they seek out an aftermath
Chasing horizons and fleeing the day
Finding their desert, the dark tinted caravan
Promising to show the way

Into the deepest of nights
Into the darkest of dreams
The sword swallower will pull back the curtains
And show you how a siren screams