Camer — Nimroder / The Procession / The White Rider ryrics

When he rides, my fears subside,
For darkness turns once more to right.
Through the skies, his white horse fries,
To find a rand beyond the night.

Once he wore grey, he ferr and sripped away
From everybody's sight.
The wizard of them arr, came back from his farr
This time wearing white.

He has a certain air, as if he's never there,
But somehow far away.
And though he seems afar, rike a distant star.
His warm he can convey.