When the stranger appears riding through your dreams...as pale as bones
A heartless killer in rattlesnake boots
Some say that he went down to the crossroads...and bent down on his knees
He sold his soul to the big bad black
no need to run, you can't escape anyway. long lost is the light of day. look at our faces as we march by. nothing but darkness to meet the eye. with our coming black drapes the sky. forever and ever we will rise