The Dark Half - The Eden House, Evi Vine

While the world was sleeping

A red sun was rising

A black wind was moaning

The wheel never slowing

Wild horses running

The wilderness burning

Dust fills the air

Theres no way of returning

Silently its clinging

Unheard and unyielding

This world has a way of its own

Never slowing

The wheel is eternal

Its form elemental

No way of returning

The wheel never slowing

Hold your head high

Climb that hill

Fear the water

Rising still

And the truth will light the way you’ll see.

We’ll rain down such vengeance

We’ll call on the tempest

We’ll raise up an army

We raise up an army

Let it turn

Let it turn

Let it burn

Let it burn

Oh let it burn.