There's a prayer in the night
And someone out there's feeling lonely
And it's coming out here
Someone's sunken so deep in the canister
That they’re rolling dices to claim the eye
The ruby eyes
Wall of eyes
'Slave Train's bringing us outlaws
In a comfortable makeout
Slave how you make out
The merchant is leading the prelude
Screaming the prelude
They're all in a prayer state
And the choir is golden in this land of the lonely
Soon we'll be left to the eye
Oh send in the scouts
Beware the scoundrel
For I am your captain
And you will answer to me
Ride out, ride out
Ride out with me
Witness that the only thing we fear
It is truly fear it self
