Have you saddled the high horse
A boaster become beast
Once angel now devil
The vulture’s feast
Is there shadow before you
An arrow eyes your heart
Saddled fate sealed
Lost from the start
Full of rich dreams
Got a ticket to the show
Flaming poppies of deceit
In lying afterglow
Shun such prides
As serpent lairs
Watchman be faithful
To proclaim bewares
That high horse is low
Only graves in it’s sight
Barns full of bones
Nostril breath of night
Oh but look up to the Dawn
There, is the Truth Sword
He that glorieth
Let him glory in the Lord
