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LIRIK

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wayfarer
Wayfarer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shane McCarthy
Shane McCarthy
Lyrics
Isaac Faulk
Isaac Faulk
Composer
James Hansen
James Hansen
Composer
George Cessna
George Cessna
Lyrics
Joey Truscelli
Joey Truscelli
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arthur Rizk
Arthur Rizk
Mastering Engineer
Aidan Elias
Aidan Elias
Recording Engineer

Lirik

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 is the song that the plainsmen sing
As they expire in the 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 it 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
Written by: George Cessna, Isaac Faulk, James Hansen, Joey Truscelli, Shane McCarthy

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