The Rider Songtext
von The Senton Bombs

This path did not begin, it will not end
A cycle we travel by the bend
Where some things live and some things die
Where the beholders are searching for an eye
Where there are flames with ancient names
Where order and chaos are the same
Now we are here, then we are gone
But the rider, well he rides on
He rides on, he rides on
When this is gone he will ride on
He rides on, he rides on
When this is gone he rides on
The rider, the rider, the rider, the rider


This place in which we find will one day be left behind
And it will fall, then it will burn and everything within will return
To which it came, without a name
Where order and chaos are the same
There is not all, there is but one
He is the rider and he rides on
He rides on, he rides on
When this is gone he will ride on
He rides on, he rides on
When this is gone he rides on
The rider, the rider, the rider, the rider
The rider, the rider, the rider, the rider
The rider, the rider