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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