...riding my black horse I gallop in the night.
From the light of the Moon fire springs,
which stries my face.
I fall to the d***ed ones, to my grave.
Yet the sign only burns mysteriously,
as I leave the way of the stars.
Smoke and fog of a dark cavern
flows into my face.
The way has already been trodden,
the torches are carrying meaning
in their solitude.
I look into my soul's hate stream,
Into it's flowing, calm prophecy.
I am doomed to be a warrior,
for I am a builder of the Hall of the Deads,
I sacrifice my horse with my sword,
To become one with the running infinity of the s***e.
The underworld posses me.
I change... my face burns and the branches appaer,
covering the streams of my veins.
I am dying... my prayers gain
no bearing in my brother's eyes.
I yearn... into the grey light, into the infinity.
I calm down... when the immortality bears a new star.
From the light of the Moon fire springs,
which stries my face.
I fall to the d***ed ones, to my grave.
Yet the sign only burns mysteriously,
as I leave the way of the stars.
Smoke and fog of a dark cavern
flows into my face.
The way has already been trodden,
the torches are carrying meaning
in their solitude.
I look into my soul's hate stream,
Into it's flowing, calm prophecy.
I am doomed to be a warrior,
for I am a builder of the Hall of the Deads,
I sacrifice my horse with my sword,
To become one with the running infinity of the s***e.
The underworld posses me.
I change... my face burns and the branches appaer,
covering the streams of my veins.
I am dying... my prayers gain
no bearing in my brother's eyes.
I yearn... into the grey light, into the infinity.
I calm down... when the immortality bears a new star.