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