Paroles de 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 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