Don't mind the lyrics

The city weeps silently, past midnight,

Through alleys with no shadow or light.

A row of carts staged in funeral pose,

Grieving and standing, gently up close.

A draft horse stands, guarding the gate,

All lined up for something, far too late.

From the darkness—no reins, no chain—

A rider galloping the streets without pain.

While fireworks scream and beasts recoil,

One steed runs through smoke and soil.

Towards the end, not chasing flame—

Just breaking free from blood and name.

One slip, one moment—he regained control,

Now aware and lucid in the realm of soul.

Unchained, unbound, a mortal once more,

Surpassing the threshold of spirit's door.