my pale soul

shines under my moon

on one of my bold mountains

i stand

i hold my torch high

up against my black sky

the skulls in my belt

glow in the light of the moon

so does my sword

more and more as the unpure blood

runs off and down on my bold

strong mountain

if runs



my mountain drinks

it calls the rain

it calls my father

brutally they come



as thunder

they slam their powers

deep into my pale soul

i scream in pain and lust

my wind brings the rain

from my mighty oceans

my black sky is still clear

i scream and laugh



as i dance the dance of war

under my moon

in my storm

on one of my seven mountains