Lyrics Dykemaster's Tale - Mob Rules

Dykemaster's Tale

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