The Horseman - Visage

See him move across the burning sand in the day sun

Watch the sweeping shadows span 'til the night comes

Man and beast in that ancient stance, it’s the horseman

(Horseman!)

Silhouetting the desert sky in a strange haze

Riding strong with the note, I’m high in a strange daze

Slowly he smiles, silently sighs

Slither to black, shading his eyes

Nothing changes, nothing stops the horseman

(Horseman!)

The race is on again

The pace is on again

The moves are from the reign

The straps are pulling hard

The sweat is running hot

The light is dimming fast

His task is almost done

His race is almost won

His journey nears it’s end

Fool, passionate delight

Cuts through his heart tonight

He screams ALL NIGHT!

Oh, the horseman!

(Oh the horseman…)