The night descends
Like waves of black
That blind our eyes
They're all around
Our thoughts are shadows
Our dreams are fading
The clock is running back
Anita you should run
I'll get caught in the web to protect you if I can
Sure enough I'll miss the sun
And our isles of golden blue
A thousand riders from above
The sky is breaking
Into pieces
Souls are flying
Your hands are shaking
Dust on a horse
Clouds of black ride on us
Anita you should run
I'll get caught in the web to protect you if I can
Sure enough I'll miss the sun
And our isles of golden blue
A thousand riders from above