In the corner of your eye

Approaching slowly through the rain,

You cannot see the shrouded horseman

Plodding onward to the crossroads.

 

He never raises up his head

And you have never seen his face

Or the eyes which flash the fear of death

And the terror of disgrace.

 

Tonight the horseman in the shadows

Is riding for revenge.

Cloaked in black he rides across the moor,

And you, my friend, will follow to the end.

 

You have gone, my dear, away from me.

I see you at the crossroads on the hill.

There is no more shrouded horseman

And the eyes I used to love are now quite still.

 

You see, my love, it had to be.

You took my life away from me,

And now I laugh to see you

On the gibbet on the hill.

 

But I must spur my horse tonight

Across the moors we knew so well,

And we shall meet again, my sweet,

Beyond the doors of Hell.

​