Lonley as the autumn evening   Flowing on its last days   A wanderer of long-past wisdom   Facing his last conflict      Met the time of withering   Destiny, towards a clearer star   More bright than ever seen before   What's my will?      Well on his quest   In search for magnificense   He weakens before the grave of god   Banished, soon dead      See it in his eyes   Like you see it on the tombs   Of human decades, one by one   All the things he spoke of      Plastering the circuit split   Spawn of Satan, lightning blood   The circuit of demons, told him   What to see