...the wind blows through my hair

the sun hasn't risen above this field yet

the eye of the moon stares at my face

the fear left me long ago

the army is sleeping:

I'm the only one

standing on the hill

staring at the darkness

only the night shadows

are sliding in the morning fog

trying to find lonely nooks

so as to die from the sunrise

the trees whisper each other

the dreams of prophecy

and their low voices hardly

touch my ears

but I won't know all the picture

of the coming total war

however, the feeling inside me

tells me about my victory

the spirits are on my side,

they are embracing me

with their arms

cold like ice

oh, great ancient ones

I'm calling you now

it's time for revenge

I'm opening gates for you

I'm holding thousand swords

in my mighty hands

I'm looking with eyes of millions

into deepest past!

I have the keys to all the gates of knowledges

I've gathered them all

in the name of revenge, which I believe

here is your expiation!

the sun has shown

it's insidious crown

and my eyes see

the night landscape dying

but I'm standing here,

I'm child of the moon

the angels are weeping

it's time to wake the army...