He bears a tale so gloom and tragic never to be known   Into darkness now fallen, into hatred now grown   Like stillborn child drifting in the silent seas   of blood, crushing all his dreams   No castle walls can hold the fury in his eyes   Devotion for death, now controls his life   No gold or silver can bring him consolation   Only one thing is left inside him, the desire of revenge      One light so cold and pale, sleeping quietly all alone   One life so cold and gray, wandering away from home      Parted with a horrid cry, snow falls on his grief   United by the sword of wicked screams   What deeds he has done to hear those deadful sounds   In the ruins of memories he wanders, forever bound   Forever bound to death!      Wait for me in th mountains, haunt for me in the winds   Wait for me in the land where nothing lives   Until the day I have found revenge, I will feed my sword   Until my heart is cold, every breath of mine is yours