Who is this dark figure 
I see before me
He watches me 
Day by day 
Night after night 

Who is the man 
With good in his heart
And a crown of thorns
He says he will save me 
But I must believe

Who am I 
I am simple man 
Not knowing who is right
My life is mistakes 
Is it enough to be good?

Who is this dark figure 
High on his pale steed 
He is the end 
Of all things