This night rides darker and sinks into the sky.
He lies waiting for you to pass to the inside.
“You come riding for me”, howls from the tunnel ahead.
Bring on your old and slow, tired, shivering forces, just to be cut down.
‘You drive your love hordes at me….
I’ll be your God and legend song,
And who’s to blame here… I will be yours.’
He’s riding closer…
You feel him breathing down…
Over your shoulder…
My dark devil in suede.
He’s coming for you, so hold on tightly…
I am your lone and old, riding criminal force…
And I’ll be your legend song.
