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