RMC

Might all your steed be upon me.
Upon the plains and valleys.
Down unpon the rocky path.
Lay low all my pridefull banshees.
Tell Lucifer he hath no sway.
My father my transgressions I’ve said
a thousand times to myself.
Lord let your light,
shine a path before me.
Lord hear me dear father and show
me the way to become a rider.
Upon the steed that may tread those valleys.