Pale Horse

From the haunts of daily life Where is waged the daily strife Common wants and common cares Cuts the human heart with tears Rise like lions after a slumber in In greatly unknowable numbers Let the tyrants pour around With apocalyptic sound On the charge of iron wheels And the crash of horses' heels Rise like lions after a slumber In greatly unknowable numbers Free the blood that must ensue We are many and they are few From the workhouse and the prison Pale as corpses newly risen Knives are drawn now let them see Standing tall that say they're free Your strong and simple words Set to wound as sharpened swords Wide as targets let them be With their shade to cover me Rise like lions after a slumber in In greatly unknowable numbers Free the blood that must ensue We are many and they are few