Riding upon a pale horse

Ignite the skies in praise of death

Red, white, and blue has run its course (Red, white, and blue has run its course)

As our lady peace takes her dying breath

Carry the cross, you are the slave

Bury the lost in shallow graves

Burning the flag that you save (Burning the flag that you save)

Earning the bronze not worth its weight

And now you're drowning in the waters that rise

To wash away your life, and you don't understand

Why you're burdened the levy's demise

In a city of the damned

And your only hope slips through your fingers as it dies

(And your only hope slips through your fingers as it dies)

The ruins of your life touched on by butterflies

Biting the hand that bleeds you

Carry the cross, you are the slave

Bury the lost in shallow graves

Burning the flag that you save (Burning the flag that you save)

Earning the bronze not worth its weight

When you hear the wounded start to cry

Another soldier has to die

Carry the cross, you are the slave

Bury the lost in shallow graves

Burning the flag that you save (Burning the flag that you save)

Earning the bronze not worth its weight