Ride on Sisters - Sivert Høyem

In the night, when your ghost comes to call on you

You are right, there ain’t so much that you can do

You’re a stranger even to yourself, and your bed is cold as the grave

It’s that old serpent biting it’s own tail

Ride on sisters, hand it on

Ride on brothers, it won’t be long

In the now, I see only limitations

Don’t know how to make the best of my situation

And all you carriers of lights, all you prophets of the dawning day

We’re already here, and it’s already late