Tarot · Track 13 · middle
Death
RWS: a skeletal rider in black armour on a white horse, a black flag bearing a white rose, a fallen king below, a child and a bishop before him, the sun rising between two far towers. Keywords: endings, transformation, shedding, the rebirth on the far side, not dying but changing.
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Lyrics
I do not ride to conquer, I ride to clear the field The pale horse doesn't hurry, he knows the turning wheel A 14-ounce gold crown rolls heavy in the dust The king is in the dirt now, as every sovereign must There is no malice in it, no anger in the bone Just the gravity of winter coming to claim its own Look at the flag I carry, pitch-black against the grey A single white rose blooming to wash the old away It isn't an execution, it’s just the winter's breath You call it the final quiet I call it the space beneath The bishop folds his hands up, he begs the sky for grace But the child walks right toward me, a question in the gaze There is nothing to be afraid of when the outer layers fall When the cortex stops its frantic spinning, trying to map it all The heavy robes are slipping, the titles turn to smoke You are stepping from the armor, the clearing of the throat Look at the flag I carry, pitch-black against the grey A single white rose blooming to wash the old away It isn't an execution, it’s just the winter's breath You call it the final quiet I call it the space beneath Look past the painted leather, look past the empty bone Look to the distant water, the pillars made of stone Between the furthest towers, the sky is turning gold You have to drop the history before the blood gets cold The sun is coming up The sun is coming up Look at the flag I carry, pitch-black against the grey A single white rose blooming to wash the old away It isn't an execution, it’s just the winter's breath You call it the final quiet... I just call it the opening of the door you couldn't see The king is in the dirt The child is in the light The sun between the towers A morning born of night We ride on