A blight on the horizon
The neighing mare looks to the ground
A passing cloud like passing time
The shadows far and wide
There
Beyond the reaches
I see the coming storm
I know not where
I can find shelter
Or sense of home to be at peace
All I was seems to slip away
Into nothing
All I want is a place to call home
Sing your story
The song of trodden men
For all to see
For those who held your name
No saviors, no glory
A last shred of valor left
We are the lone
The lost men on the plains
Rider, rider
Who are you running from?
What is your name worth to you
And what you've done?
Carve out your name
Before time can forget
Across the sky
A bitter history
Carry your shame
Your deeds can't be undone
We are the lost
The sons of nameless graves
Oh lonesome rider
Lay down your guns
This world has left you behind
Time has won
Just one of endless sons of the frontier
The time has passed me by
Only one hope left to cling to
To enter my house justified
All those who bore
Who bore my name
Will live and end
Will end the same
The paths we walk reach far and wide
The paths we tread on which we'll die
The paths will never forgive me
Or trade the future for a dream
