He appears from the mists of a dismal lake

and the sky crumbles as he flies through the dimensions alone



The night has laid 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 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 and fly away

Windrider - is 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 life

as the fires are dancing colorfully, he is struggling to survive

Trapped in a maze, can't get away, what have you became now

Take the hammer of the elders and crush 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 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 time

waiting for his time to die