Closed eyes, they see reflections rise from the past
Faint and forced impressions witnessed by a few
Lullabies of grief, sung by those who lived their tale
Come now to the olden days, and let's go under...
Desperate are the ones who feel their voices gone from time
They are immortalized in headstones, greeting us now on their graves
Let them speak now, hear their say, give meaning to their lives
And then once more will the riders saddle up
Ride with us, alive again
Drawn blades in fear of lynchers, torches in the dark
Midwife, old and lived to serve, a witch in disguise
Sanctuary, once a home, a tomb for them all
In these grounds they roam, the restless souls, forever
Desperate are the ones who feel their voices gone from time
They are Immortalized in headstones, greeting us now on their graves
Let them speak now, hear their say, give meaning to their lives
And then once more will the riders saddle up
Ride with us, alive again
Through the sky they fly
They're searching for the light
A tomb a home the meaning of their lives
Last time they fly this is their last ghost ride
Hear their say, let them speak, give meaning to their lives
Desperate are the lost ones who's voices are forever gone with time
See their eyes in pale moonlight
And it lights their eyes
It's time for ghost ride
Desperate are the ones who feel their voices gone from time
They are immortalized in headstones, greeting us now on their graves
Let them speak now, hear their say, give meaning to their lives
And then once more will the riders saddle up
Ride with us, alive again