He means to ride me on, He sees a battle he don't want to face alone I bolt upwards and shake him off my back He falls to his knees, on to a bloody track Well I can't be your horse any more You're not the warrior I've been looking for I see what you mean to do with me I cannot protect you from who you want to be Go face the Lord on your own You have my love but it will not make you grow I can't be your horse anymore You're not the warrior I would die for He fearing solitude, began to beg When he saw I was sure, stuck a knife into my leg Good luck walking on in your own bloody trail This noble path you're on will send us both to hell I'm just a horse on the moor Where is my warrior I've been looking for? I stumbled some way on, licking my sores, Tasting the memory of pain I have endured Wondering where am I to go? Well looking back on a bloody trail, you think that I should know But I'm just a horse with no name Somewhere there's other beasts who think the same I'm just a horse with no name Some place there's some other beasts who think the same One morning I awoke to someone calling me A priestess I'd seen once in some arcana dream And she pulled an orange from the ground Is this my warrior, I, I am found I'm just a horse with no name Where are my other beasts who think the same? I'm just a horse on the moor Where is the warrior I've been looking for?