the wind As we ride in the cold dark night We're closing in our enemies We rage in our hearts burning bright The clouds scatter in the northern wind
shadow so he had to set forth He is the man who travels in the land of dragons and magic spells He rides in the winds of fire and snow and he rules the
of Ithaca I've been through battles and cried a sea of tears but the tide is changing, and with it all my fears Seems like forever that my eyes have
hand above me Mighty is the raging waves On which I ride Mother who awaits me ashore Let your golden hair down It will shine and guide me Through the (raging
for the screaming ride It's full of fuel and I just lit the fuse I'm a raging burning ring of fire and I get hotter as I get higher And I'm tearing a
on the saddle And you slip in the shit You've shat in yourself And Christus is Equus And Equus is Lord And His mane flies with fury And the wind cuts
on the saddle and you slip in the shit you've shat in yourself and Christus is Equus and Equus is Lord and his name flies with fury and the wind cuts
On which we ride And that beat is such A fragile thing In both old men Or youthful king And that beat Stands all alone you see Between us And black eternity And
comin of destruction Deadly touch of hell Mist of the dawn Revel in flesh A wind of powers blows from the sky Raging fury, the enemy arrives Riding straight
"meant" for thee The myth of fate you must tear by force Get away! Feel the taste of freedom, ride on wind Let your mind see things world never
ride the raging wind. Call out my name and we will meet again. And we'll be together again: One drink to forgiveness, cheers to the winds of death.
will burn all hope is lost No more tears and no more fears just close your eyes Yah Ride in the dust cut in the flesh lift your banners and hold 'em
Riding the wind in Toledo I will follow the rising sun With rage and in total control I'm a hunter till my mission is done I'm coming after you I'll
clouds on the horizon, raging waves could touch the sky On the wind a certain howling, whipping bow will ride on high Waving flag is nearly tearing,
in the wind As we ride in the cold dark night We're closing in our enemies We rage in our hearts burning bright The clouds scatter in the northern wind
been "meant" for thee The myth of fate you must tear by force Get away! Feel the taste of freedom, ride on wind Let your mind see things world never