Inside that tainted, abyssal deep

Escape entrenched under a mountain of black

There, past mist and mirror, our master mumbles

And from the depths your eyes have wandered

A pale horse leaping across a moonlit sea

Awaiting reason to reach its rider

Awaiting a shaken hand to grasp its mane

From and to the light will it cyclically ride

Ever under its reins of tranquility

Ever again crossing your trail

And forever on will it forge you a path.