Ghostride

Closed eyes, they see reflections rise from the past

Faint and forced impressions witnessed by a few

Lullabies of grief, sung by those who lived their tale

Come now to the olden days, and let's go under

Desperate are the ones who feel their voices gone from time

They are immortalized in headstones, greeting us now on their graves

Let them speak now, hear their say, give meaning to their lives

And then once more will the riders saddle up

Ride with us, alive again

Drawn blades in fear of lynchers, torches in the dark

Midwife, old and lived to serve, a witch in disguise

Sanctuary, once a home, a tomb for them all

In these grounds they roam, the restless souls, forever

Desperate are the ones who feel their voices gone from time

They are Immortalized in headstones, greeting us now on their graves

Let them speak now, hear their say, give meaning to their lives

And then once more will the riders saddle up

Ride with us, alive again

Through the sky they fly

They're searching for the light

A tomb a home

The meaning of their lives

Last time they fly

This is their last ghost ride

Hear their say, let them speak

Give meaning to their lives

Desperate are the lost ones

Who's voices are forever gone with time

See their eyes in pale moonlight

And it lights their eyes

It's time for ghost ride

Desperate are the ones who feel

Their voices gone from time

They are immortalized in headstones

Greeting us now on their graves

Let them speak now, hear their say

Give meaning to their lives

And then once more will the riders saddle up

Ride with us, alive again