"When death immortal rides his pale horse into the night, With the edge of his sharp scythe whistling in the wind There will be a death, tonight a soul will take flight. A spirit he will carry , as he passes this way again."
-Bob Jackson, Pale Horse
"When death immortal rides his pale horse into the night, With the edge of his sharp scythe whistling in the wind There will be a death, tonight a soul will take flight. A spirit he will carry , as he passes this way again."
-Bob Jackson, Pale Horse
