A livid heaven scatter his light

And dense clouds gatter the stars from the sky

The sea strikes deep valleys in hell did welcome

And the cold black ocean extinguish the fire of the sun

Oh hear my cry.. plague, waste and death

A deep black shadow, an old oak tree

A burning fire in front of me

A fire-ship on the open sea and flying elves rescue me

Oh my gods, hear my cries

Frozen rain is silent falling, crickets grow damp

Birds put in the calling and annihilate thunder tears the sky

A wretched whimper get out of the sky and the cold autumn breeze

Move over the water as I die

Burning villages, the brooks carry blood, and the death take us in care

And when the sun tomorrow go to rise, we are even never here

Plague, waste and death

Vicious rivers of fire and fog, hopeless await the dark the awakening sunrise

Hear the horse trampling through fern and wood

An age where the axe will prevail

A slight doubt conquered thee, an axe-brandished rider in front of me

A horse, a mane of gold, enchant and bright and horseman blacker than the night

Frozen rain is silent falling, crickets grow damp

Birds put in the calling and annihilate thunder tears the sky

A wretched whimper get out of the sky and the cold autumn breeze

Move over the water as I die

Burning villages, the brooks carry blood, and the death take us in care

And when the sun tomorrow go to rise, we are even never here

Plague, waste and death