Before the dawn of the world,
In darkness and chaos,
With the gods and the titans,
Before horses were born

Hewn of ebony, and cut from obsidian,
Forged of iron, and quickend with fire,
Vulcan forged for running the storm,
She blasted forth free, accepting no sire

Trading diamonds for rubies,
Her darkness - majestic,
Her fury is sudden,
Like the storm that she drives,

Her breath sears with flame,
Her teeth like a dragon,
Her cries strike in terror,
Her hooves beat out thunder

She runs in her world,
Like a photo negative,
Hunting the souls,
Driving fearful to panic

She runs beneath mountains,
Through night-filled woods,
She rides in the seas,
And through starry skies

Invading the homes,
And invading the minds,
Driving the madness,
And tearing at souls

She torments the children,
The women, the men,
Then she chases the horses,
And she's gone again...