hush...i hear them coming
the beat of their drums pure extolment
they come here for me.

the sun is blinding...no longer shining
harps and angels unite in worship
trembling voices down below...
i can taste their fear.

the horse and the rider come strong...
his band of swords head my way like the wind
graceful yet forceful,
all demons apprehensive. of the time. the wait.
their escape. ha. there's none.

silence for laud...fighting for grace
see the world at its only end.
scream to the east, sure, to the west
no one will hear. not the soil shall.
and with all flying...tossing around
heads or tails...heaven or hell,
for what is right is hidden, what is wrong blind
the wrong you fancy is your eternal death.

all things shall perish, the little girl sings
under the sky.

see the childhood of your dreams,
the one you never had...
stand still all the earth...
prepare your soul to be judged.
the horse and the rider come strong.
knowing who and when and what and where...
stand still all you earth...and let your trembling voices sing.
even as the demons device an escape...
none ever will.

stand still all earth...continue the fearful melody
too late as it may be, despair not...the little girl still sings.
all things shall perish...indeed...
under the sky...won't you sing it?
music alone shall live...
music alone shall live...
music alone shall live...
never shall die.

be that your comfort, earth. for only that has remain.