In storm I ride
Toward the shadowruins
Infernally vasts
Take my sight
Then color my vision
From an endless dripping sky
Paint the visage
Centuries old
Of those
That rode by my side
The hovering steel desecrators

Nearer have I never been
To this that I always searched
The crystal cleared opening
In which I shall be gone

From an endless dripping sky
Cryptic visages centuries old
Of those that rode by my side

In storm I stand upon ruins
Infernally vasts take my sight again
The light is dim before me
For the vision was frost

Chiming bells of immortality
Sings through the halls of eternity...