The Horseman

(album: The Anvil - 1982)

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...)