The Faceless Wanderer

Lyrics

Intro
(Slow, distorted banjo plucking fades into a heavy, chugging low-E guitar riff)
​[Verse 1]
A tattered shroud, a hood of midnight thread
No flesh to wither, no blood to be shed
Just a hollow vessel for a desperate hope
And a tethered rage at the end of its rope.
He stalks the trail on a frame of bone
A shadow-steed where the wind won't moan
When the hooves strike dirt at the edge of town
You bolt the door and you hunker down.
​[Chorus]
No iron bolt, no hallowed door
Can keep his shadow off your floor
He needs no rope, he needs no lead
To claim the tally of the dead.
The sand is gone, the glass is dry
Underneath a charcoal sky
The Faceless Wanderer’s come to view
And God help the soul he’s coming through.
​[Verse 2]
There’s no negotiation, no silver tongue
No bribe for the song that’s already sung
He won't hear your pleas or your ultimatum
He harvests souls and he’s here to take 'em.
A singular purpose, a silent decree
A ripple of fear on a cold, black sea
He’s the chill in the marrow, the rot in the tree
And I pray to the stars he ain't looking for me.
​[Bridge]
He doesn't run... he doesn't race...
Because time is the mask on his non-existent face.
You’re just a name on a fading page...
And he is the silence.
HE IS THE RAGE.
​[Outro]
The whisper on the breeze...
The shadow in the night...
(Fade out with the sound of a lone crow and a distorted slide guitar)