There is an armored horseman    A-riding through the sky;

For in his far-off place    He heard a little cry--

An unborn baby sighing    "Do I really have to die?    I will be good, I promise,    If you'll only let me try..."

He rides across our land    With balances in his hand --

This mighty knight    In his dreadful flight --    To judge the hearts of man.

His hoof beats thunder    Through the clouds down under,    Across the countryside,

Judging which way we'll decide;    Life or Death,    For that silent cry    That only the heart can hear.

If you have chosen Life, my friend,    And join this awful fight,

You have nothing then to fear    From this dreadful armored knight!