It was in the air
They did not see, they did not hear
The sound of the trumpets
From near and afar
A lifetime of lie
Obscured by their truth
In search of the sun
No door can shut them out
No bolt can turn them back
Through the door like a snake they glide
Through the hinge like the wind they blow
Behind the veil conspire
To bring about the end
Four riders of the fall
Meet on the grassy knoll
A lifetime of lie
Consumed by their truth
In search of the sun
A wasteland of ignorance