How could you paint a picture of a paradise lost?
Before the eyes that knows nothing but the void!
Faster to disaster, the clock runs to our final acts
Doomed to oblivion; in the ground’s dust we shall be cast

Behold the pale horse, right ahead
The funeral of the Earth!
Behold the pale horse, right ahead
The funeral of the Earth!

Extinct is love in this insane age of apathy
Our hopes perish, and the creation’s beauty
Ecology sacrificed, before the throne of avarice
In the blindness of our minds the world will soon demise!

Behold the pale horse, right ahead
The funeral of the Earth!
Behold the pale horse, right ahead
The funeral of the Earth!