The Procession/The White Rider Lyrics

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 hasa 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.