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