The thunder you hear
is us on the run
horses and riders
of the rising sun
We ride for the glory
we ride for our lives
we ride for the feeding
of hungry knives
And we ride for our children
we ride for our wives
we add to the glory
with every taken life
We add to the glory
with every taken life
We laugh at your running
like mice from a hawk
and we mock the prayers
that you whine and squawk
We laugh as you cower
we laugh as you cry
we laugh as you either
surrender or die
And we spit where you crawl
we kick where you lie
there is only surrender
unless you wish to die
There is only surrender
unless you wish to die
The grass has gone dark
from the slaughter at hand
and the ground is deceptively
slick where I stand
I swing back on my horse
I ride off with a cry
you grow hard when you kill
you grow strong when you fly
We scatter the children
we saber the old
we heard the remainder
into a fold
High on my horse
I'm a soldier of light
I live for this killing
I live for the fight
And I live for my horse
her body is mine
I sleep on her back
and I drink her blood like wine
I sleep on her back
and I drink her blood like wine
The thunder your hear
is us on the run
horses and riders
of the rising sun
