Nimrodel - The Procession - The White Rider

When he rides
My fears subside
For darkness turns once more to light
Through the skies
His white horse flies
To find a land beyond the night

Once he wore grey
He fell and slipped away
From everybody's sight
The wizard of them all
Came back from his fall
This time wearing white

He has a certain air
As if he's never there
But somehow far away
And though he seems afar
Like a distant star
His warmth he can convey