In storm I ride

Toward the shadowruins

Infernally vasts

Take my sight

Then color my vision

From an endless dripping sky

Paint the visage

Centuries old

Of those

That rode by my side

The houvering steel desecrators



Nearer have I never been

To this that I always searched

The crystal cleared opening

In wich I shall be gone



From an endless dripping sky

Cryptic visages centuries old

Of those that rode by my side



In storm I stand upon ruions

Infernally vasts take my sight again

The light is dim before me

For the vision was frost



Chiming bells of immortality

Sings through the halls of eternity...