Pale horse rides in a falling sky and nations will fall As a blood-stained Moon echoes the cry Are we blind, have we not been warned Bringing his sword, reaping his death This rider of the storm Hold on I've got good news for you Jesus, the word the living truth Hold on I've got good news for you You are the chosen ones The gift is given for you How many ways must we be told Is it over and over and over again The shadow falls, the night brings the pain But in the midst of it all He whispers in the wind a holy call And a cleansing Wherever you are, if you hear his voice in the wind No turning back the night's almost done A new dawn's about to begin