I ride the silver board through dust of dead stars... ride... I cut the black veil, mystic and alone... alone... Silver I am, silver I ride, seeker of the pale... Justice calls me across the endless trail... Heavy this heart, heavy this form, no end, no home... I chase the wrong that twists like rope in the void, dreams whisper secrets I cannot hold. Cosmic voyager, forged cold and bright, yet the saddle weighs with a lonesome night... night... Silver I am, silver I ride, the board hums low... What I seek stays hidden in the shadow's glow... Justice burns but loneliness divides, divides... I speak to nebulae spinning their lies, "Where hides the mending, the light that never dies?" No echo answers, only the wheeling wheel, I ride... I ride... the mystery sealed... sealed... Silver I am, silver I ride, forever the pale... Seeker lost, justice my trail... Heavy alone, heavy the gale, never find... never find...
