THROUGH WASTES NO MORTAL SHALL DEFY
CATACLYSMIC TALES FESTER IN HIS MIND
FROM CLIFFS OF OLD, HE SHALL RIDE
IN TIMES NOT SPOKEN, FOR IN HASTE HE GOES UNBOUND
FORGED IN OUTRAGE, SEEKS IN TRUTH
A PLANE OF DEATH IN THE EARTH'S PRIMAL YOUTH
FADED SUBCONSCIOUS, A TRAIL OF LIES
IN HOPES THAT IN THE END, THE BURNING WANDERER SHALL RISE
I SEEK IN VAIN
THE HEAD OF XARYTHAS IN MY OWN GRASP
THEIR NECKS WILL BLEED, THE DAMNED WILL CRY
PRAY TO THE YOUNG GODS, FOR THE OLD NOW TURN TO DUST