The Departure

	I will ride again
	Beyond the moon wandering
	in the land of the dead I am a king
	Of these negative forces
	reclaim the earth and burn down the heavens
	A god who's kingdom lays within
	but the cruel frosts and wintry winds
	make it difficult for me to protect you from the cold
	these icy shores are never
	Ending this perennial cycle
	and if I'm not back by dawn please call my name
	Run into the night
	Your snow covered heart is dripping away but mine is
	shattering in the coldest of winds