Dykemaster's Tale - Mob Rules

To this day the old tale is still told

In the land of the Marsh, theft by dykes of roaring seas

About a boy, greatest master to become superstition or true

Lone’s rider of the start

Pale white horse

He watched the tide attack the dyke scars with full might

He knew they could not stand much longer

Improvements would prevent the drowning of the land

If only they believed that boy

The master he’ll succeed, create what’s never done

His legacy should last for ages

Distrust against him, fear of what he has become

Knowledge that scares ignorant minds

One, one with his wife, he grew to live a pleasant life

A horse mortal remains, they disappeared in

Moonlit nights

The tale of the dykemaster remains

When you spot his figure down by the sea

Dark cloaked foreseer always been

The rider on the pale white horse

Enclosed by his new dyke a new king lays in bloom

But there’s decay left in the elder one

In fevered mind ignored his inner voice’s truth

A raging sea prepares its fatal strike

Storm, rain, raving sea, deluge to devour a beast and men

A horse mortal remains, beside him revived this

Moonlit night

The tale of the dykemaster remains

When you spot his figure down by the sea

Dark cloaked foreseer always been

The rider on the pale white horse

The moon shone from the height, but down

On the dyke was no more life

One more prick of the spurs

A rushing stream took him with the tide

The tale of the dykemaster remains

When you spot his figure down by the sea

Dark cloaked foreseer always been

The rider on the pale white horse

The cloke of the dykemaster remains

Will you visit what he’s left by the sea?

Dark cloaked foreseer always been

The rider on the pale white horse

To this day the old tale is still told

When a storm threatens the land and the sea rises wild

By moonlit nights he’s still riding his horse

Taking care of his dyke, that he left for us all

For us all