Marble #03
Death, pale rider fleeing rising sun.
Where are you going, what are you running from?
Your hair glowing brighter than a thousand stars,
Leading the souls to new dawn.
Don’t leave me here alone without your light.
Death, pale rider fleeing rising sun.
Where are you going, what are you running from?
Your hair glowing brighter than a thousand stars,
Leading the souls to new dawn.
Don’t leave me here alone without your light.