I'm running trough the dark forrest

because they are looking for me

Everywhere I go, I hear my name

I can't face it anymore, because my death is near



I feel the breath of the hunters in my neck

it is like the dying season has come

I look at the black sky and close my eyes

I cry for help



And the black tormentor of doom comes down

he has no mercy and kills them one by one

then he takes my soul and flys far away



The greathorn of victory was made

I can live in peace now

because the lords are at my side

remember the following words

to go forth and be strong

because the black tormentor of doom is near