Riding through the Earth in the chariot
 making fun of Death.
 Falling like a star in the chariot
 one last time so far.

 Scattering the strength in my hand
 Regretful for the words unsaid
 But young contest me there's no place for pain
 Master mysterious reveals minds of sad
 [bad word] ]
 Riding through the Earth
 in the chariot making fun of death
 falling like a star
 in the chariot one last time so far
 I feel I’m a fall
 through the times crying for my soul
 I see I’m a fall
 into darkness out of all control

 Bound, forever in despair
 confusion in my glare
 the [bad word] for the faith and desire
 some blind obsession
 scent of eagerness
 spirits in mourning
 that the souls possess
 [bad word] 

[choir:]
 Riding with no reins
 controlling white horses
 riding with no reins [bad word] without chains

 Could be the danger
 could be certainty
 turned on the best side
 it’s always mighty
 seven the number
 triumph in my spirit
 hunger for glory
 lightful and eerie
 will I find it all?

[choir]
 [bad word]