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the dark meadow      Once at down I sat among mortals   Weeping over the loss of a shadow   At went on a journey withdrawn   Skywards you'll met the silver-tongued      Memories will clean the hoofs   And contain the falling stone from your heart