He appears from the mists of a dismal lake and the sky crumbles as 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 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 crimson skygrave and fly away Windrider - is waiting for 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 life as the fires are dancing colorfully, he struggling to survive Trapped in a maze, can't get away, what have you became 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 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 He lives in the fragments of waiting for his time to die