Текст песни Lucian the Wolfbearer - And the Pale Horse

It Burns the soul, It hurts to know
The faceless one, of shadowless soul
A haunting to be, appears from nothing
A harvest of death, towards lifeless form

And the Pale Horse
Knocking at the door

We failed to see What darkness brings
Afraid of what we refuse to be
The hand of cold, a story to be told
To face the gates of endless days

And the pale horse
Knocking at the door

We, Seal, the pale horse
Haunting the tales of death