He appears from the mists of a dismal and the sky crumbles as he flies through the dimensions alone The night has a 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 him in this 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 - is waiting for the final day he'll be released from the shackles of a slave
In the eye of the storm he rides with jaded memories of his life the fires are dancing colorfully, he is struggling to survive Trapped in a maze, can't away, what have you became now Take the hammer of the elders and crush your way out
His presence is shaking land as he stands at the mountain peak His instincts are getting weak, but is still hunger 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