In storm I ride towards shadow ruins
Infernally vasts take my sight
Took color my vision
From an endless dripping sky
Paint the visage centuries old
Of those that ride by my side
The hovering steel desecrators
Nearer have I never been?
To this I always searched
Crystal-clear opening
In which 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 the ruins
Infernally vasts take my sight again
The light is dim before me
And vision was frost
Vision was frost
Chiming bells of immortality
Sing through the halls of eternity