Through that lonely path have walked
One that crept out from red clouds
One final bid and hopped my sack
Run! Run! was the last i heard
The last wheat fell that autumn



Time is rust upon the blade
The armour yonder binds my grim soul
and sheath my wounds and gory dreams
My flaming heart still soaked in wine
thrust with the voices of those horsemen


A phantom cry from blood spilled on sand
Voyage North through sprout of sour echoe
The wondrous journey to end that grief
Sniffed the last ounce of freedom
Till my shadows cast to the dark