Once At Night I Sat Among Mortals

Afraid Of What The Future Would Bring

Drowning Dreams In Polluted Visions

As I Heard The Mourning Angel Sing



A Bloody Wing Came In Sight On The Ground

Bestially Slaughtered By The Hordes Of Those

Who Didn't See The Light



The Prophecy Of A Spiritual Deed

Seems To Increase In Moments

Where The Morbid Mental Activity Comes Into Force



You Will Ride Through The Dark Meadow



Once At Down I Sat Among Mortals

Weeping Over The Loss Of A Shadow

At Went On A Journey Withdrawn

Skywards You'll Met The Silver-tongued



Memories Will Clean The Hoofs

And Contain The Falling Stone From Your Heart