Ahriman - Sign From The Empire Of The Moon  -  05:41


...riding my black horse I gallop in the night. 
From the light of the Moon fire springs, 
which stries my face. 
I fall to the damned ones, to my grave. 
Yet the sign only burns mysteriously, 
as I leave the way of the stars. 

Smoke and fog of a dark cavern 
flows into my face. 
The way has already been trodden, 
the torches are carrying meaning 
in their solitude. 
I look into my soul's hate stream, 
Into it's flowing, calm prophecy. 

I am doomed to be a warrior, 
for I am a builder of the Hall of the Deads, 
I sacrifice my horse with my sword, 
To become one with the running infinity of the space. 
The underworld posses me. 

I change... my face burns and the branches appaer, 
covering the streams of my veins. 
I am dying... my prayers gain 
no bearing in my brother's eyes. 
I yearn... into the grey light, into the infinity. 
I calm down... when the immortality bears a new star.

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