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 wonton 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 Cairn 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