Dried in red skies
Where drought have taken all the trees
We're lost
In wastelands of pride and covered lies

We perish, end is just
In anguish all is dust
Waters move as you call
Like a flood in fall [bad word] rainclouds
And make grainfields sprout
My heart won't [bad word] overflowing [bad word] bloom in spring

Ride through black clouds
You raise your voices calling me
In highlands
On hillsides, I know you so well

Love will win that day
And horses lead your way
Winds will move as you call
Like a storm in fall [bad word] rainclouds
And make dried hearts sprout
Impale [bad word] [bad word] riders white and shed your [bad word] me now