Just a new number, one of the many
No virtue, nor honor, dwells in my name
Ripped from the vine, cut from the tree
A fate that awaits those who err from the path
By the north wind we depart from the course
The journey's perils are calling me forth
The banished sons are bound for the sea
The fate's rife with condescension
Glory take me, to meet contention
Nameless and void those of the Solstice
In rising transcendence, Riders ascendent
Deeds are the virtue to set hearts asunder
Now earn your title, ride now with thunder
All the stories end with the nameless and void
When the movement's stalled I'm left with no choice
Glorious dead, basking in triumph
Stories unwritten, known by the few
The cosmos remember, the exiled made known
The movements of atoms, now marked for all time
Nameless and void those of the Solstice
In rising transcendence, Riders ascendent
Deeds are the virtue to set hearts asunder
Now earn your title, ride now with thunder
All the stories end with the nameless and void
When the movement's stalled I'm left with no choice
All the stories end with the nameless and void
When the movement's stalled I'm left with no choice
