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      come rainclouds   and make grainfields sprout   my heart wont dry   come overflowing wells   come   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      come rainclouds and make dried hearts sprout   impale me    complete   me   come riders white and shed your light   complete me now