Mark their cries, the coming trains They pierce the night sky This is the song of a plight in vain And men who wait to die Throughout the western lands The drought takes hold The swirling storm becomes all Is this the bitter hand of rapture told The perennial nightfall This sit he song that the plainsmen sing As they expire int eh fields Before too long, they'll meet their king While the barons claim their yield A dark cloud a comin' down It's like they said That pale horseman He'll be ridin' down now Or the reaper in his stead Smoke from the factories blends with the dust And the engine's billowing steam The Sun replaced by the darkness of this new eternity The black of night, now the waking day as I bury another son I beg of you, why the cross forsakes? What is that I've done? A dark cloud a comin' down It's like they said That pale horseman He'll be ridin' down now Sinner, you bow your head Sing to me, desperately My exodus, my heavenly Sing to me, our song of smoke That billows out and leaves us grasping for release The soot that covers This open land It lays us down, dust to dust My choking hands Sing to me! That ol' sad song My exodus, my heavenly Wrong! There is nothing left Nothing remains The preacher sells the oil from the snake This is the song of the end of days In death I may finally awake