Across a painted desert

Lies a train of vagabonds
All that's left of what we were

It's what we have become
Once our empires glorious

But now the empire's gone
The dead gave us the time to live

And now our time is done

Now we are victorious

We've become our slaves
A land of hope and glory

Building graveyards for the brave

Have you seen the writing on the wall?
Have you seen that writing?
Can you see the riders on the storm?
Can you see them riding?
Can you see them riding?

Holding on to jury

Is that all we ever know
Ignorance our judge

And jury all we've got to show
From Hollywood to Babylon

Holy war to kingdom come
On a trail of dust and ashes

When the burning sky is done

A tide of change is coming

And that is what you fear
The earthquake is a coming

But you don't want to hear
You're just too blind to see

Have you seen the writing on the wall?
Have you seen that writing?
Can you see the riders on the storm?
Can you see them riding?
Can you see them riding, riding next to you?

Have you seen the writing on the wall?
Have you seen that writing?
Can you see the riders on the storm?
Can you see them riding?

Have you seen the writing on the wall?
Have you seen that writing?
Can you see the riders on the storm?
Can you see them riding?
Can you see them riding, riding next to you?