Windride

You couldn't hold on the law
Now the law is holding you on
A strong man shall die as a weak
In agony that now you shall feed

The stars shine upon you
A new star shall soon shine for you
Your weak neck can't hold eyes in the sky
Empty eyes are silent as the night

Death is not a punishment but the pain
The strength is bleeding from the wounds of nails
The death is not worth of this fear
Dying just feels too unreal

Too unreal

The wind doesn't cry for you
It's a calm and silent ride
There's a spirit in its every breath
The next breath could be your death