Vastness and Sorrow

Behold the vastness and sorrow of this empty land

A dark and fell rider clad in garments of shadow

Is the lord of this place

A cruel and wanton king

A priest of a black religion is he

The hoof beat of the rider's steed pound a mournful drumbeat upon the dry cracked earth

To this rhythm the world moves

The sun blasts down upon the earth

Until the soil turns to powder and blows away

Lifeless chaos is the order for the rider has mastered the seasons

Ancient kings cairns now have been defiled

The gates of strongholds long breached left swinging lifelessly in the fetid wind

The pillars of holy places lie dead

He rides day and night

The relentless hoof beats echoes