I'm Like A Horse That Carried It's Master To War, Not To Fight But To Die. I'm A Bird Who's Cast Away From His Herd Just Because I Couldn't Fly.

I'm The Spirit Of The Night That Broke All It's Promises And Swallowed The Weak, I'm The Trace Of Darkness That Refused To Speak.

I'm A Sad Poem Emerging From A Broken Heart, And At The End Of The Day Managed To Be A Work Of Art.

I'm A Warrior Horse That Carried Its Master To War, Not To Fight Nor Procure But To Bite The Dust Like He Must.