From the recording Seeds
Lyrics
The Man of Peace has promised me
He would come again before the midnight hour
And the world just waits for the Rider in white
With His empty hands to carry us away
Lucifer is searching through the ins and outs for you
His laughter showers the earth
Cruelly stepping into the darkness
Saints and sinners, losers and winners
Play their role in this masquerade
The curtain is closing, we all take our bow
While the madman's running from the end
The Man of Peace has promised me
He would come again before the midnight hour
And the world just waits for the Rider in white
With His empty hands to carry us away
He plots and schemes through the wind and the weeds
Seeking for whom to destroy
His hands are painted red
Stealing another precious soul
Saints and sinners, losers and winners
Spin the wheel of this endless game
The curtain is closing, we all take our bow
While the madman's still running
The Man of Peace has promised me
He would come again before the midnight hour
And the world just waits for the Rider in white
With His empty hands to carry us away
Evil and wicked, like a thornbush that pricks you
Leaves a scar wherever he roams
But time is against him, the spotlight is love
Exposing the place where he's destined to stay
Forever and ever ... Amen
The Man of Peace has promised me
He would come again before the midnight hour
And the world just waits for the Rider in white
With His empty hands to carry us away
The Man of Peace has promised me
He would come again before the midnight hour
And the world just waits for the Rider in white
With His empty hands to carry us away
The Man of Peace has promised me
He would come again before the midnight hour
And the world just waits for the Rider in white
With His nail-scarred hands to carry us away