[This debt we pay to mortal guile]

[° Soara • Ore • El niño °]

[With torn and bleeding hearts we smile...]

They told me I was El niño, the child
From then on, I was just Niño, the wild
They told me I was a colt of the sky so pure
But for my alliance, I wasn't so sure
To darkness I was inevitably drawn
Yet I was merely a clueless pawn
In some larger, immortal game
I didn't want to be the same
So to the wanderer's lands I fled
In ten moons of age over my head
My soft pelt is bay, when not soiled with mud
Through my veins runs Clydesdale blood
My sire and dam are the wind and the sky
Their only foal, I watch them dance by
What is my purpose, in this world?
I can only watch, as my life unfurls...