Fifteen years have passed

Every day the woods have cried

the words of vengeance and revenge.

The Gods have watched him day and night

by the Northern stars bright light.

Growing stronger. Coming nearer.



Upon a steed as white as snow

he is riding through this land of no return

His hair blowing in the wind

A sword in his hand.

And his eyes they burn.



Guide me, my Ravens. Find the way

through the woods and snow



Let your eyes be mine seeking for the valley of death

Come this far, I am willing to face the twin-headed beast's breath



Let your wings be my heart

in the air, black as night.

I have steel at side. Powers of thunder

The Gods with me ride



I trust in my ravens, watching from above

Black as night. Swift as lightning,

and graceful as doves.



I trust in my Stallion. Born by the wind,

Taking me through the valley

where this world ends, and the shadows begin



I trust in my sword. Forged in fire and ice.

It's sharp blade shall be baptised in blood

as I take the Beast's life.



Cry, old crow, cry...

Come out of the darkness you beast of Hell, face me.

Out on this field of moonlit snow.

I will not be deterred by your ugliness.

Before my sword your two heads will roll.



I will not let my sword rest until it's steel

has song for your ugly twin heads.

I'll wipe the sweat off my face with your bloody scalps

and watch your four eyes telling me that you're dead.



Gathering speed. Charging forward.

collision is close now.

The swords are drawn, held high.

they flash in the pale blue moonlight.



aiming at throats bare. The moment is so near

The time seems to halt for a while

Eve