Once at night I sat among mortals

Afraid of what the future would bring

Drowning dreams in polluted visions

As I heard the mourning angel sing



A bloody wing came in sight on the ground

Bestially slaughtered by the hordes of those

Who didn't see the light



The prophecy of a spiritual deed

Seems to increase in moments

Where the morbid mental activity comes into force



You will ride through the dark meadow



Once at down I sat among mortals

Weeping over the loss of a shadow

At went on a journey withdrawn

Skywards you'll met the silver-tongued



Memories will clean the hoofs

And contain the falling stone from your heart