Behold the rider on the horizon Riding His horse through 1000 miles of devastation A pillar of smoke all around Him Straight as an arrow He rides through 1000 years of desolation Making a trail of blood all the way from His cloak in a dead straight highway to the skyline Doesn't blink once as He follows His beloved into the city of buses, billboards and pylons The shadows pa** and 1000 angels fill up the skies and cry "Hosanna in excelsius" His eyes are burning with wrath so I ask "sir, is that your blood, or is it someone elses?" He shows me the scars on His hands but His arm are strong and I can't believe that He could be beat My jacket is dirty and He hands me His clean clothes He insists and He speaks "O darling, you're as red as blood. But I'll make you as pure as snow, my love" I was undecided and in the blinking of an eye He was gone into the night so I sat there and cursed my hesitation I've walked every inch of this town asking everybody "Did you see Him? Did you see where He was heading?" And the people of this city all sound like a broken record Like propaganda slogans looping over on the television "Don't know.. Don't care.. Little lady, how dare you be talking about that man in our utopian civilisation?" The watchmen on the walls are looking down on me Staring like they want me or like they're going to come and beat my face in Arms are swinging Time and space are suspended The world turns red and I'm kissing the pavement Wake up three days later Behold the rider and I'm right behind You in Your trail of blood I messed up his clothes pretty bad But He doesn't mind And now I've got scars just like He does