I stand upon this steep bluff This growing red Mesa Of the lost and the damned Aquí te espero, mi vaquerito Reaching out from civilized dirt And through the swaths of desert Beyond this desolate society Riddled with guilt and false piety This place left me NO agency (don’t ya see) Whole life lacking in decency Through falling dust a prophecy (To be free) Waiting for my white knight Wreathed all in black Upon The Pale Horse To take me far FAR away A man who’s very silhouette Will blot out the entire sun yet Within his grasp is the Coldest Iron To which will shoot through my Yearning heart and aching soul This place left me NO agency (don’t ya see) Whole life lacking in decency Through falling dust a prophecy (To be free) Cántame un arrullo Es hora de dormir
