I'm running trough the dark forrest  because they are looking for me  Everywhere I go, I hear my name  I can't face it anymore, because my death is near    I feel the breath of the hunters in my neck  it is like the dying season has come  I look at the black sky and close my eyes  I cry for help    And the black tormentor of doom comes down  he has no mercy and kills them one by one  then he takes my soul and flys far away    The greathorn of victory was made  I can live in peace now  because the lords are at my side  remember the following words  to go forth and be strong  because the black tormentor of doom is near