Pale horse rides in a falling sky and nations will fall
As a blood-stained Moon echoes the cry
Are we blind, have we not been warned
Bringing his sword, reaping his death
This rider of the storm

Hold on I've got good news for you
Jesus, the word the living truth
Hold on I've got good news for you

You are the chosen ones
The gift is given for you
How many ways must we be told
Is it over and over and over again

The shadow falls, the night brings the pain
But in the midst of it all
He whispers in the wind a holy call
And a cleansing
Wherever you are, if you hear his voice in the wind
No turning back the night's almost done
A new dawn's about to begin