Rider in the Night

There’s a rider in the night.  
Her leather boots can touch the sky.  
Her long black whip will make you cry.  
Her pale green eyes will make you sigh.  

For a look in those eyes  
many men have bled and many died.  
For those eyes I will try  
to bear the weight of the falling sky.  
 
There’s a rider in the night.  
Her leather boots have caught your eye.  
Her long black whip is standing by.  
Her pale green eyes have told a lie.  
 
For a look in those eyes  
I would kill and I would die.  
For those eyes I will try
to hold down the raising tide.  
 
Through roads of endless pleasure  
and Odysseys of pain.  
She takes my animation  
and leaves me to decay.  
 
For those eyes I would die.  
For those lies I would fight.
Pale green prisons of my sight.
Death encrypted in her smile.