Riders From The West (13)

Kind of inspired by things like the stories about Alexander The Great etc.

Warning bells from the watch tower, But still no time for any man to cower, They come a-riding, riding to avenge, Have they no mercy? They thirst for revenge, Showing no remorse, just taking our souls, Our bodies get no second glance, they just swallow us whole. Here they come, here they come, With an atmosphere of dream-like death, exceptions to none. There they go, there they go, With their pathways littered by a destroyed kingdom. What's the score, what's the score, Are they the ones, or have we won? We are no more, we are no more, For the riders from the West have come. Now there's just the silence of an aftermath of life, Nothing but the silent tension on the edge of this knife, Realising his work here is done, Death gets up and moves on, Feeling nothing but the excitement of a battle long gone, They aren't even phasable, they just plough through the land, And in the hourglass of time, there remains not one grain of sand. Here they come, here they come, With an atmosphere of dream-like death, exceptions to none. There they go, there they go, With their pathways littered by a destroyed kingdom. What's the score, what's the score, Are they the ones, or have we won? We are no more, we are no more, For the riders from the West have come.