Lonley as the autumn evening

Flowing on its last days

A wanderer of long-past wisdom

Facing his last conflict



Met the time of withering

Destiny, towards a clearer star

More bright than ever seen before

What's my will?



Well on his quest

In search for magnificense

He weakens before the grave of god

Banished, soon dead



See it in his eyes

Like you see it on the tombs

Of human decades, one by one

All the things he spoke of



Plastering the circuit split

Spawn of Satan, lightning blood

The circuit of demons, told him

What to see