The silver Knight rides on a tumultuous gale
Borne on a thunderous heavenly steed
Beckoned by voice of wind and rain
He rides for an angel desperate with need
She calls to the wind and she calls to the snow
She beckons the forces that nature brings
He rides for through endless hunger and pain
He’ll ride without end for as long as she sings
He rides down thought of a time when she loved him
He acts with the force only true love can call
He ride through the rivers of enemy slain
Though his spirit collapses his body stands tall
And having restored her to life at peace
His eternal promise again fulfilled
He’s finished the task for which he came
He’ll end this trespass by her will
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