There was a mighty nation Blessed above all of creation It was a rare and precious pearl Conceived in faith and liberty Home of the brave, land of the free It was the envy of the world But this shining city on the hill Has turned from the Creators will And let evil take control Now the reckless men who lead them Want to strip away their freedom And to steal their very soul Now it's smoke and mirrors Switch and bait Criticize and confiscate And let the guilty walk away In this much righteous Godly nation In the halls of education They forbid a child to pray They say we need to spread the wealth And they pretend to guard the health Of the feeble and the poor While the hand they hold behind their back Confuses and conceals the fact That the wolf is at the door There's an unseen hand That pull the strings That makes his little puppets dance To every song he sings As the night rolls in On a rising tide Look beyond the shadows Behold a pale horse rides They claim to seek a new world order Nations without borders But don't believe the lies Even in this wealthy nation It can come down to starvation In the twinkling of an eye They tell us there will soon be peace Our lives will be an endless speech But they lead us toward the darkness In the distance sabres rattle And the armies train for battle As the beast prepares his mark There's an unseen hand That pulls the strings And makes his little puppets dance To any song he sings As the night rolls in On the rising tide Look beyond the shadows Behold a pale horse rides It's time for every righteous man To step up tall, take a stand There is so little time For if we fear and hesitate Soon it will be too late We're the last hope of mankind Time hurries on, the shadows fall The hand is writing on the wall But even now there's still a chance For if the ones called by God's name Repent his sin and seek his face He will hear and heal the land There's an unseen hand Reaching from above And the gentle voice that beckons To the shelter of his love Come on home my Wayward child 'Cause out on the horizon There's a pale horse running wild America my wayward child Can't you hear the thundering hoof-beats Of a pale horse running wild Pale horse running wild Pale horse running wild Pale horse running wild Pale horse running wild