the  one  eyed  old  man  told  me  that  the  face  that  i  will  see

has  paralysed  a  thousand  brave  men  sure  of  victory

i  cannot  fight  blindfolded  and  i'd  freeze  if  i  should  see.

so  i  need  to  sacrifice  my  eyes  to  see  all  from  within.

the  one  eyed  old  man  told  me  of  a  lake  that  no-one  knows  of.

where  the  end  of  the  sky  unites  with  the  bottom  countless  feet  down  deep

and  he  told  me  when  this  world  was  young  into  it's  depths  his  eye  he  had  thrown

so  that  though  one  eyed,  he  could  see  more  than  can  be  seen.

i'll  throw  my  eyes  into  the  lake.

so  that  i  will  see  from  within

i'll  throw  my  eyes  into  the  lake

and  when  blind  i  will  still  see.

at  the  bottom  of  the  lake.

my  two  eyes  will  shine  like  the  stars

at  the  bottom  of  the  lake

i  will  see  no  matter  how  near  or  far

regardless  at  which  speed  my  horse

takes  me  through  the  night

no  matter  how  sharp  the  blade  of  my  sword  seems  to  be.

even  with  the  aid  of  two  pair  of  eyes  way  up  high

in  the  end  before  the  beast,  it's  face  i  would  have  had  to  see.

but  with  my  two  eyes  in  the  depths  my  vision  is  supreme

i  see  all  things  that  can't  be  seen

but  not  my  hand  that  is  held  out  in  front  of  me.

the  face  that  makes  me  freeze

i  now  need  not  see  at  all.

i'll  feel  the  presence  of  the  beast.

but  will  not  need  stare  him  down  no  more.

i've  thrown  my  eyes  into  the  lake.

so  that  i  will  see  from  within

i've  throw  my  eyes  into  the  lake

and  now  when  blind  i  still  see.

at  the  bottom  of  the  lake.

my  two  eyes  are  shining  like  the  stars

at  the  bottom  of  the  lake

i  now  see  no  matter  how  near  or  far

the  highlands...

early  morning  hours...

heading  north.  sitting  upon  his  majestic  eight-legged  white  stallion.  his

sword  slung  on  his  back.  sensing  his  feathered  friends  way  up  high.  seeing

all  they  see.  feeling  all  they  feel.  though  the  sun  has  just  cut  the

horizon  in  the  east  to  bring  a  new  day,  the  shadows  now  seem  to  grow

mightier  for  each  passage  in  these  mountains.  riding  into  a  thick  mist,  his

senses  alert.  distorted  voices  in  the  shadows  whispering  to  him.  taunting

him.  he  knows  his  mission.  he  knows  the  powers  and  the  magic  he  birngs  with

him  as  he  rides  trough  the  valley  of  death,  where  time  and  space  have

ceased  to  exist.  the  eyes  of  the  unseen  are  upon  him.  the  spirits  of  his

fathers  long  time  gone  riding  next  to  him.

and  the  hearts  of  the  gods  of  thunder  of  wind  and  of  rain...