Pale Rider

[philrose]

You have called to me mighty and dreadful death
The stone that you throw may kill me
My soul I will deliver to sleep eternally
my tomorrow is dying as my blood flows cold

Where can I leave my heart to lie?

My eyes have yet to see the image of your throne
but my spirit will obey your command

Shall my life be wasted in despair?
And who shall grieve?

Oh death you are unkind in the choice of the chosen few
Into the breast of your burning flame, drunk on the wines of hell
I will leave you to my liberty and your mercy to the will of the Lord

Shrill was the call that my ears heard coming
You used the bones of me to build my prison
Then you soared above me, the traitor of my Guardian Angel
In the shade of death before your blindness crept up to me, I could see the perfect silhouette of your being
Dark and Deep and Doomed was the image I saw and my eyes clouded with fear

Your eternal shadow followed me while my shadow stepped out in front
The wind blew a chill through the nostrils of my pride

Appearing out of the mist I saw your messenger the Pale Rider galloping on the brow
He stared at me a welcome of guilt in his eyes and he greeted me Farewell
My soul began to sicken and images so terrible and distraught enveloped my thoughts and filled my head with Death

The moon lay heavy on the stars

Who shall I say is standing by my side when I'm waiting at the Gates of Hell? Who shall I say has commanded me?

I was not born to immortality. I will live till death has tempted me.
The tolling of Burial Bells will pierce my ears as I take my final walk

The Pale Rider gallops to the crossroads and lay in waiting, protected by his mask
His hands are hungry and aching to fit a rope around my neck
His sword he will sharpen on the edge of the tears I will shed
As my blood spills into my mouth I begin to choke
Into the heart of this man pain and terror crept

I knelt to pray like I'd never knelt before

The Pale rider enticed his alter ego to reveal himself to me and I swear I saw Evil. And Evil walked hand in hand and accepted his invitation.
"Your corpse shall lie upon the shoulders of shame" mocked the Pale Rider

Death is grotesque as it hangs from the gallows

The iron staircase was steep and twisted that lead to the Gates of Hell
The Pale Rider stood over me grinning with eyes as empty as space

"You have been chosen; said he, so you will not die in vain. From where your body shall rot you will look up into an Eternal sky as your flesh decays. The wings of Shadowed Angels shall appear to take you to Heaven. There in peace your soul will lie"

The slayer stalks the slain, his claws clutching the rope. Around the gallows pole the priests of pain assemble to bear witness and claim a soul

The Pale Rider gave the executioner the sign for the hanging to begin
"A man must carry his own sin"

The hangman pierced a strangles stare as I screamed out for Mercy to confront me and reveal the compassion that is hidden in every man

"If I must die to cleanse my soul then I will die in Dignity. The fate of me is written on the pages of your faces that your eyes cannot see"

And a solitary bell began to toll

I looked down upon the ground where I'm doomed to lie

I confess; "I am a man who spoke no ill to any man I could kill but I have stalked a man through the footsteps of his mind"

I felt terror around my neck

I am not a saint beneath my breast lies a heart without taint

The rope cuts into the flesh of my throat and Death lends to me its most glorious coat. My eyes begin to swell. Visions of the Cross of Hell begin to appear

It is to the lord my sins I gave
It is to me the Lord shall save
for it is to me the Lord forgave
Outcast now as a broken man, who no other shall mourn, it is to me that the Lord did rise so I could be reborn

The teeth of the rope eats into me as the digger prepares a sunken grave

Fast as flashing eye riding on the wings of a dove a golden archer drew his bow

"A man must be forgiven of his sins so he can repent"; said he

The burning arrow scorched the smoldering sky and the spine of the rope surrendered in defeat
I fell into a heap upon the earth and the Pale Rider removed his mask to reveal the image of myself
The Pale Rider, his stallion fallen broken, as if a betrayed tongue, crumbled into the bed where death lie
A lonely corpse upon a moor like a lover abandoned in a scandolous rumor. His skull turned into a stone standing lonesome as a solitary man.

Farewell Pale Rider of Death your saddle rides forever free

Now my soul is free

Untorn and Unbroken

Through the winder the archer whispers

Let it Be

So the Saviour has sworn and spoken..................