Pale Horse John Vanderslice

[Verse 1]
From the haunts of daily life
Where is waged the daily strife
Common wants and common cares
Cuts the human heart with tears

[Chorus]
Rise like lions after a slumber in—
In greatly unknowable numbers

[Verse 2]
Let the tyrants pour around
With apocalyptic sound
On the charge of iron wheels
And the crash of horses' heels

[Chorus]
Rise like lions after a slumber in—
In greatly unknowable numbers
Free the blood that must ensue
We are many and they are few

[Verse 3]
From the workhouse and the prison
Pale as corpses newly risen
Knives are drawn now let them see
Standing tall that say they're free