A break in the sky, The horizon bled above - the dream was real, the storm gathered. The night rode on hellbound hooves, with vengeance in the saddle. A cracked whip, a grinding maw; A starved-eye stare and the weight of storms. No tomorrow! Only the trail - horseback, galloping to the pulse of the world. The thunder, the storms. A vengeance for the world's blood. A tower of flesh and bone - only blood for blood will sate the storm. At night they came, and brought with them thunder. A warcry for what was lost. At night they rode against oblivion, for a time that all forgot.