Spirit of the Dark Horse
Richard Louis Mitarotonda, Trevor Weeks
dark horse in the night
uncle pulls us closer
beside the fires glow
looks deep into our eyes
and decides we’re ready
he said those to whom you are among
are not as they once were
what used to fill these hearts has fallen
dark horse in the night
heard them stirring last night
by the edge of the forest
autumn, savior, hush now
they grow restless
he said those to whom you are among
are not as they once were
what used to fill these hearts has fallen
thunder high, dark as night
no one knows
dark he fights, won’t let the night
steal our soul
no, he won’t