Awakened by a western wind
The blood of chaos seeps into dawn
A call to war in honor and death
The warrior’s fate to ride the storm

Ride

To ride a path of shadow and death
To breath the sacred winds of war
The fires rage within my heart
To die with honor, to ride the storm

Ride

The imminence of fate on the horizon
The drums of war on the wind
The transcendence of spirit through destiny
Reborn in the liminance of bloodshed

The confluence of foresight and memory
A prayer of silence on the wind
The honor of a death steeped in beauty
The kiss of death upon my spear

The reckoning of prophecy on the horizon
A sacred manumission of the flesh
The flames of fate licking softly
Unbound in the beauty of a sacred death

Now the voice of the wind whispers softly
A eulogy in the silence of the dawn
And as my final visions become me
The eagles shall rise to carry me home

Ride