He bears a tale so gloom and tragic never to be known

Into darkness now fallen, into hatred now grown

Like stillborn child drifting in the silent seas Of blood

crushing all his dreams



No castle walls can hold the fury in his eyes

Devotion for death, now controls his life

No gold or silver can bring him consolation

Only one thing is left inside him, the desire of revenge





One light so cold and pale, sleeping quietly all alone

One life so old and gray, wandering away from home



Parted with a horrid cry, snow falls on his grief

United by the sword of wicked screams

What deeds he has done to hear those deadful sounds

In the ruins of memories he wanders, forever bound



Forever bound to death!





Wait for me in the mountains, haunt for me in the winds

Wait for me in the land where nothing lives

Until the day I have found revenge, I will feed my sword

Until my heart is cold, every breath of mine is yours