White Mare Lyrics

Tracks mark the snow

Not a car on the road

Sullen moon is hanging low


Over sleeping pastures

Post-disaster 


What could it be

That scared the mares and morgans

When all seven of them

Rushed the frozen pond



A cold quiet town

With no witnesses around

Haunted by that fateful night

When all the horses drowned

With a crack of the ice

The fray of hooves and neighing

The desperate plea of beasts

Who roamed too far from home 


And the hopes of a girl


Unaware of the accident

Dashed

When her parents told her

That the one they promised her

Had fallen victim to this wicked world 


Tune out the clash

Of broken silence

Cover your ears

To the death and the violence

You can try to deny everything


But they were still finding bodies

Well into the spring

Families rest their heads

On beds made of cotton

Stolen foundations

Are withered and rotten

While we wait to be devoured

By the horsemen

Delivered to the grave

In the cradle we were born in



The time of heeding warning

Has passed

We looked death in the face

And we laughed

Now the ice

Has been breaking


And the plague

Has been taking

You better hope

The next horrid flood

Is the last


In a clamoring world

Full of fear

May the bastards

Breathe faster

And say their prayers

Gnawing on each other's throats

To steal the final gasp of air