In the dead of night, where shadows breathe,
On a beast of iron, I find my reprieve.
With wheels like thunder, tearing through the storm,
ride the edge of chaos, where legends are born.
With a fist of iron, and a heart of stone,
In the fields of ruin, I stand alone.
Ghosts of the brave, linger at my side,
I tear through the silence, with nothing left to hide.