Horses from Voidward by Voidward

We are the gods we worship
Down on the plains we stay free
Our broken bridles will mark all the graves
Of any masters looking for steeds

Your pupils are black holes and they’re greedy for light
You’re waking from a dream where you’re still alive

There are no gods
Only mustangs racing over the plains
Hoofbeats thunder in ecstasy
Hoofbeats are thundering ecstasy

Your pupils are black holes and they’re greedy for light
You’re waking from a dream where you’re still alive

There are no gods
Only mustangs racing over the plains
Hoofbeats thunder in ecstacy
Hoofbeats are thundering ecstacy

There are no gods
Only horses
Out on the plains

• Metal
• heavy metal - hard rock
• modern composition
• progressive
• Durham