There is solace and hope

In the end of your rope

To be sharp as a blade

When the light starts to fade

Ride on

Ride on

When the garden will fade

Will it harden your faith?

Is there truth in their gesture

Or have they all just left you

Right here?

Right here

Do you think it painless

Not to know what day it is?

Is this really all?

Is this really all?

All the feathers have fallen

From the favors you called in

But the fear is appalling

To make light of the fall in

All the brilliant nameless

In your wake have now faded

Only mist as a witness

There is solace and hope

In the end of your rope

To be sharp as a blade

When the night starts to fade

Ride on

Ride on