Текст песни Dykemaster's Tale - Mob Rules

To this day the old tale is still told
In the land of the marsh
Death by dykes of roaring sea
About a boy that his master to become
Superstition or truth
Known as rider of his horse
Pale white horse
He was so tired and checked the dyke's gas wheels for a mark
He knew they could not stand much longer
Improvement would prevent the drowning of the land
If only they believed that boy
The master intends to create what's never done
His legacy should last for ages
Distrust against him, fear of what he has become
Not a such gashing or a mite
But, what will his mind
He grew to live a peasant life
A half mortal remains
They disappear in moonlit night
The tale of the dyke master remains
When his body's figure down by the sea
Dark thoughts for serious always meant
Their rider on the pale white horse
In crystal hills no dyke can you complacent gloom
But there's decay left in the elder wood
It's even made ignorant inner voices to
Where ancient secret passage failed to stride
Storm, rain, raven, swing
They used to devour beast and man
A half mortal remains
Beside him, revive that moonlit night
The tale of the dyke master remains
When his body's figure down by the sea
Dark thoughts for serious always meant
Their rider on the pale white horse
The moon shone from the heights
But down on the dyke
Was no more light
White Moors recast their spots
Rushing stream took
Him with the tide
The tale of the Dykemaster remains
When his body's figure down by the sea
Dark clouds for sea winds always meant
The rider
The tale of the Dykemaster remains
When his body's figure down by the sea
Dark clouds for sea winds always meant
The rider of the pale white hеarse
To this day the old tale is still told
When the storm threatens the land
And thе sea rises wild
By moonlit night he is still riding his horse
Taking care of his dying
That he left for us all
For us all
For us all