She rides clothed in black through desert land
The wasters pursue in ravenous band
Through the broken spires they did turn
The ashes of morals that did burn
Betwixt the worlds of last and next
Wandering through with anxious steps
See our life for what it is
Ruins waiting to become his
He who rides unto death,
and plunges into blood sand depths
Beneath fire skies they will ride
She has strength to pass on by
For just this once the bands did fail
Fail to kill the lady assailed
“One day at a time”, she had thought
And rode on at once with time she bought