Out into the Frontier

We ride

Our Hearts filled with Fear

And Foolish Pride

Into broken Horizon

And slate coloured Waves

Rain pours on

Over hollow caves

Of water and Cold

The roll of Thunder

Seals our Last oathe sold

To skeleton hands that drag us under

The moving hills are tombs

In the place that is Never still,

Where Liquid Mountains boom

As their Hollow caverns fill

And Empty waves

Pound away in the Madness

Nothing else saves

Us from our Sadness.

Out into the Frontier

We ride,

To Disappear,

To Hide.