My Ride

I rode across the ice
on my white pony Glass,
gaining speed
my trusty steed
galloped out into the storm
we rode and rode
for what seemed like days,
through rain, hail, and devils dust,
we followed that broken trail
until we came upon the cross of white set deep within the vale,
beneath a gnarled willow tree
I landed with a crunch,
I wiped my eyes to rid myself
the dusting of the snow,
I bent and gave your grave a kiss...
now on and on we go,
with vigor and determination
that grave supplied my motivation,
my brazen hatred grew,
we'd ride all night, we'd ride all year
to find this girl we knew
and when we did
I saw your eyes
and said Bianca fuck you...

riding my white pony
on the trail once more,
up the mountain higher then we've ever been before
I look at you, but I don't speak
we slowly shake our heads,
walk forward through the devils dust
over the mountains edge.