...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 damned 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 space.

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.