The white horse rider.
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When no one stands to guard my soul
A dream comes drifting in my sleep
In the darkness I hear angels weep
My mind flies low and dark and deep
I see people cast in burning seas
I watch them drown in their desire
I smell the smoke of burning flesh
And hear the cities wrapped in fire
I see them rise from out the grave
In endless lines they march enslaved
They stormed the shining gates of heaven
But lost their way to being saved
Beside the road a horseman waits
Weary from his winged white steed
Unseen by those who pass him by
With hardened hearts untouched by need
He rides upon an ancient quest
Since dawn when first the light broke in
To mend the broken and heal the torn
And show the Golden City within
He does not ride to judge your sin
Nor force the gates you try to claim
The fire you fear is born within
The light you seek burns in your flame
I see them walk out of the cave
In endless lines they march enslaved
They storm the shining gates of heaven
But lose their way to being saved
Text:
Copyright © 2009/2026 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
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Copyright © 2026 Göran Gustafsson i samarbete med AI.
Jag är medveten om att AI-genererad musik kan uppfattas som kontroversiell, men tekniken ger mig möjlighet att visa på hur texten skulle kunna låta i en musikalisk inramning.
Övriga genrer (Visa/Sångtext)
av Göran Gustafsson
Publicerad 2026-02-15 22:17
John B Lund
Skönt sound och härlig rytm i denna. Bra flow och skön feeling i texten gjorde att jag kom på mig själv med att stampa takten, det gillas !
2026-03-15