Behold the vastness and sorrow of this empty land

A dark and Fell Rider clad in garments of shadow Is the lord of this place

A cruel and wonton king, A priest of a black religion is he



The hoof beat of the rider's steed pound a mournful drumbeat upon the dry cracked earth

To this rhythm the world moves



The sun blasts down upon the earth

Until the soil turns to powder and blows away



Lifeless chaos is the order for the rider has mastered the seasons

Ancient kings Cairn now have been defiled

The gates of strongholds long breached left swinging lifelessly in the fetid wind

The pillars of holy places lie dead

He rides day and night

The relentless Hoof beats echoes