He appears from the mists of a dismal lake and the sky as he flies through the dimensions alone The night has laid cape on his shoulders and with a grin on his face he attacks with his loyal soldiers, into the unknown
There's no place for in this world, and no ties and all this hate and grief unite in his mind
Windrider - seeks freedom with vengeance on his mind to from the crimson skygrave and fly away Windrider - is waiting for the final day when he'll be from the shackles of a slave
In the eye of the storm he rides with jaded memories of his life as the fires are colorfully, he is struggling to survive Trapped in a maze, can't get away, what have you became now Take the of the elders and crush your way out
His presence is shaking the land as he stands at the peak His instincts getting weak, but there is still hunger in his eyes, that keeps him alive
He wears the mask of the hunted Arts of light for him have been granted lives in the fragments of time waiting for his time to die