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