To the Horseman clothed in White.

In Eve,

A beckon to return. 

The human heart was ashen dust 

From a flame that scorched the burn. 

In dusk, 

Shall the waters dance upon the mist. 

In Heaven deep, the moon will sleep, 

Upon a face she once had kissed. 

Now night, 

The sound of distant song. 

It is captive cries, 

For souls are released to now belong. 

For the dawn arise,

And the sunshine strokes the sand. 

Sorrows flee! The heart rejoice. 

The bridegroom kneels to take her hand. 

Shout! The Day at last! 

An echoing of light

Of garden green and Eden home, 

For the horseman clothed in white.

Adorn yourself, the Bride to be. 

In truth, the King is near. 

He holds the throne, and gives you life. 

Breathe in, He now is here.