Upon a cresting wave towards a distant shore.
A rider thus appears; no more, He waits no more.
His coming is foreseen, His destiny foresworn.As told in days of old, He rides before the storm.
Into silence deepening across the breach, He comes.
While thunder, distant thunder, on and on it drums.
In fiery livery blazing, leading Hosts of Light.
Upon a wave of hope, He thunders through the night.
His coming is foreseen, His destiny foresworn.Our hearts proclaim His presence, As He rides before the storm.
Flags of victory flutter, before Him darkness flees.
Drums announce the battle and the Avatar, we see.
