The Wind Brings Them Horses

Death, death and forever death
And a past that unites us — does it?
Love is not the answer
Love is just a path
To the hearts and the horses
That ride through our homes of yore
Knuckles and fists clash
What a way to speak and to silence the tongues
Still screams and tears
What a way to dance, what a way to embrace
The death of these horses
Galloping through our homes of yore
They ride — carried by the winds that blow through time
Let it be known that…
They ride — their hooves cut through decades of dust
They ride — carried by a perfect storm
Ten years, ten days — and in between some rusty nails
One heart, one mind — not to forget
Ten years, ten days — and in between some rusty nails
One heart, one mind — not to forget
We will never forget the…
…vane in the storm of the ages
Turns time and time again
We’ve seen this before, we laugh but don’t smile
We welcome them year after year
The return of these horses
Galloping through our homes of yore
They ride…
They ride through dust clouds far away from time
They ride the open plains of fear
See their hooves crack stones and wood and faces
The smiles and froans of yesterday
Tonight — these horses will die
Tonight — we won’t look back
Tonight…
We will ride — carried by the winds that blow through time
Let it be known that…
Ten years are ten days — and in between some rusty nails
One heart, one mind — not to forget…
We will never forget!