Onward through desolate Valleys now in Ruin
and strangled by Belial's Thorns
A Soldier seated upon feeble Mare
seeks the Beast of seven Horns
The silent Gloom and shifting Skies
of Twilight's eerie Call
It descends onto looming Peaks above
proclaiming Night's approaching fall
A solitary Candle beside the divine Lance
brandished in mortal fear
For the Beast of the Apocalypse itself
in nocturnal Woods way appear
Each tortuous Path ahead now falls obscure
leading Man's Soul astray
From the Abyss below he is spat forth
in Ruinous Glory and weeping Decay
The Eyes gleam white in the Shadows
of his Soul's bitter Blight
There is fear and there is Sorrow
from abyssal Smoke which chokes the Morrow
The Archer takes Aim
With poisonous Arrow
"Über allen Gipfeln ist Ruh,
In allen Wipfeln spürest du
Kaum einen Hauch; die Vögel schweigen im Walde.
Warte nur, balde ruhest du auch"
The Archer takes Aim
With poisonous Arrow
And the Fall comes hard
Down below into Fires
and strangled by Belial's Thorns
A Soldier seated upon feeble Mare
seeks the Beast of seven Horns
The silent Gloom and shifting Skies
of Twilight's eerie Call
It descends onto looming Peaks above
proclaiming Night's approaching fall
A solitary Candle beside the divine Lance
brandished in mortal fear
For the Beast of the Apocalypse itself
in nocturnal Woods way appear
Each tortuous Path ahead now falls obscure
leading Man's Soul astray
From the Abyss below he is spat forth
in Ruinous Glory and weeping Decay
The Eyes gleam white in the Shadows
of his Soul's bitter Blight
There is fear and there is Sorrow
from abyssal Smoke which chokes the Morrow
The Archer takes Aim
With poisonous Arrow
"Über allen Gipfeln ist Ruh,
In allen Wipfeln spürest du
Kaum einen Hauch; die Vögel schweigen im Walde.
Warte nur, balde ruhest du auch"
The Archer takes Aim
With poisonous Arrow
And the Fall comes hard
Down below into Fires