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 warm he can convey