March Of The Light Horseman

Charging through the Mystical Chords Of Time The March Of The Light Horseman On The Frontlines. War Paint on my Soul, I AM a Warrior Armorial, I Gleam like a Super Light Soldier Coursing Veils I AM Luminous In Feathers Of Illuminance, Marching Up The Halls Of The Golden Pantheon Sun Born, I Shine Forth A New Dawn Light Bright, Against The Grain Up High HOPE Is The Name, I Breach Legendary Heights Where The Fruits Of The Soul Are Prolific There, The Master Of The Sword, the Flights Exquisite Triumphing Through, Like A Solar Adonis, I Am Victorious Bondage Conquering, One With The Cold Tip Of My Sword, I AM GLORIOUS!