Paces quicken in the sunless dawn, on the plains below 
As terra shifts so does the night, unbound with no ray of hope. 
Scatter, the wide array of a thousand harried souls 
Dispersed throughout the lonely camp fleeing to their hold 
From Aeries high in show of force so quickly do they come 
To fall upon the weaker flesh and fell them where they run 
Broken Shield of day, And so they carry on 
And on the shepherds herd as few may tend to stray 
Always heading eastward toward the red and cracking clay 
Barrier reef to the north and mires in the south 
The path veers ever steeply to the estuaries mouth. 
Failure in the tithe 
The pact was undone 
Swift it moves... into sight 
Swift it slices... through the hide 
Swift it falls... on the pile beneath 
Under Starside skies! 
From crimson earth I rise! 
My burden borne and my steel un-stilled. 
Tempered with care a few remain 
To return to the fastness high 
I ride the rising crests away. 
"Pushed to find a way 
To sate a higher lust 
So through night I ride!" 
"My burden borne by craft of hand 
And strength of will 
Under Starside skies!" 
A darker path 
Through twilight's sky 
Awash in a sea of cries 
The preternatural rush 
Of a frenzied kill 
Under Starside skies