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Mark their cries, the coming trains

They pierce the night sky

This is the song of a plight in vain

And men who wait to die

Throughout the western lands

The drought takes hold

The swirling storm becomes all

Is this the bitter hand of rapture told

The perennial nightfall

This sit he song that the plainsmen sing

As they expire int eh fields

Before too long, they'll meet their king

While the barons claim their yield

A dark cloud a comin' down

It's like they said

That pale horseman

He'll be ridin' down now

Or the reaper in his stead

Smoke from the factories blends with the dust

And the engine's billowing steam

The sun replaced by the darkness of this new eternity

The black of night, now the waking day as I bury another son

I beg of you, why the cross forsakes?

What is that I've done?

A dark cloud a comin' down

It's like they said

That pale horseman

He'll be ridin' down now

Sinner, you bow your head

Sing to me, desperately

My exodus, my heavenly

Sing to me, our song of smoke

That billows out and leaves us grasping for release

The soot that covers

This open land

It lays us down, dust to dust

My choking hands

Sing to me! That ol' sad song

My exodus, my heavenly

Wrong!

There is nothing left

Nothing remains

The preacher sells the oil from the snake

This is the song of the end of days

In death I may finally awake