Thrice the work among men divide A testament to the father's glory or to mankind A tower to be raised from the ground A brass trio to resound
A majestic stallion of epic proportions Shrouded in mystery Its ebony coat and long mane Glistening in the moonlight
Where does it come from? Where does it come from? Whom has sent it? Sent it to us.
The beast was untameable, Yet the father's hand it let touch its muscular side And put a noose around its neck Its strength was used for God
A fabulous steed of legend it was, And the epitome of a workhorse, a workforce Did not feel tiredness, hunger or thirst And pulled wagons, from dusk till dawn
Where did it come from? Where did it come from? Who has sent it to us?
Hooves planted in the ground Like pillars of stone Hooves hammering the ground Sent to us to curse or to atone?
Sent from hell to help mankind Yet a price to be paid A soul taken Upon the deed's completion
A dark stone planted in the ground, like a horse's hoof A covenant betrayed Running around, free from the noose Furious, wild eyed
The last stone was never set Countless souls have walked through these arches And the beast still roams Awaiting the chance to reap its reward
Oh careless one, drop that stone you took And cast it out to the river Lest you ride on the dark horse A vision, An omen to be sealed ForeverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
