Through Milleniums Of Winter So Waste

I Have Passed Eras To Following Time

I Have Faced The Force Of The Nocturnal Course

Where The Winter Comes Resounding



On The Plains Of The Earthly Wisdom

I Have Walked The Silence Yet Furious Fields

Seen The Children Of The Cold

The Elder And The Bold

Burning By Belief, Yearning By Deceit



Behind Each Embracing Creature

I Saw Thousand Fighting Beasts

I Saw The Furious Black Colours

Like The Jaws Of A Bloody Feast



At The End Of Mans Wisdom

I Saw Passion Fly So Terrible High

I Heard Sorrow Groan

At The End Which I Found

Where Live Convulse Resound



I Came From A Distance In Time

From The Hill Where The Sun For The First Time Came Through

I Followed Every Wind To Every Spot It Blew

I Rove The Eternity Of Time, The History Of Existence