On A Pale Horse

On a journey ill
my dream goes wandering
over withered fields
where Im lost again

Come grim reaper
Smite me dead
touch my naked soul
and carry me away

carry me away

I long to breathe no more
I can't silence these voices
And the screams
nor the weeping

A sudden breeze of cold
Surrounding materials darken
A sudden void of sounds
I only hear you coming

Smite me dead
Breathles and cold
carry me away
on your pale horse