The Departure (Az indulás)
I will ride again
Beyond the moon wandering
in the land of the dead I am a king
Of these negative forces
reclaim the earth and burn down the heavens
A god who's kingdom lays within
but the cruel frosts and wintry winds
make it difficult for me to protect you from the cold
these icy shores are never
Ending this perennial cycle
and if I'm not back by dawn please call my name
Run into the night
Your snow covered heart is dripping away but mine is
shattering in the coldest of winds | 
