Words and Verse
Ridersong
Jaca negra, luna grande
-Lorca
Dark are the lofty covered heavens,
Bright the high and brooding moon,
White the steed of the lone horseman
Roaming over moor and dune.
Who spurs on the road with earnest speed
Through night, through wind? A rider and steed!
Over slope and wood and moorland,
Though he knows it, knows it's true
Something holding death awaits him
Riding's all he knows to do.
Ride from death that looms behind him
Ride to death that rears ahead
Ride to all that's left to live for,
Ride to keep a promise said.
Through the glowing of the moonlight
Reaper and a sabre streak,
And the quiet night is shattered
By a tortured, painful shriek....
...Skies ries up in crimsoned heaven,
White is the wan and pallid moon,
Red the steed without its horseman,
Bolting over moor and dune.
Who spurs on the road with palsied speed
Through day, through death? A riderless steed!
-Lorca
Dark are the lofty covered heavens,
Bright the high and brooding moon,
White the steed of the lone horseman
Roaming over moor and dune.
Who spurs on the road with earnest speed
Through night, through wind? A rider and steed!
Over slope and wood and moorland,
Though he knows it, knows it's true
Something holding death awaits him
Riding's all he knows to do.
Ride from death that looms behind him
Ride to death that rears ahead
Ride to all that's left to live for,
Ride to keep a promise said.
Through the glowing of the moonlight
Reaper and a sabre streak,
And the quiet night is shattered
By a tortured, painful shriek....
...Skies ries up in crimsoned heaven,
White is the wan and pallid moon,
Red the steed without its horseman,
Bolting over moor and dune.
Who spurs on the road with palsied speed
Through day, through death? A riderless steed!
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