I've got a hideous face, looking at you, laughing in your veins Riding my black tailed horse to the westland Searching for the dark-cored stone to stain it in black All the senses are made out of my broken fears Searching for the dark-cored stone to stain it in black There's this shadow of mine, all around in the sky Spreading a black satin around the earth I shine through the lands I'm not the one, but the all