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 gra**y knoll A lifetime of lie Consumed by their truth In search of the sun A wasteland of ignorance