Final Donation to the Oath

Frosty morning in cold darkness

on sorrow mountain it´s drowning...

somewhere in the deep your fear awaits

ancient borders are down-falling.

Kneeling to pray the God of the Sun

bloody hands are shivering

painful mist is poisoning your heart

shackles are changing into sharp knife.

Icy wind is blowing hard

through the landscape of your mind...

calling you to cry and repent

taking away the truth of the past!

Arteries sheltered in red fire

sacred edge will open way

closed eyelids in dreams of death

fortune holds silver blade of sentence.

Your last journey leads to stars

your soul´s waiting for long way

in the middle of the wastelands

life is flowing like a shifting sand...

Memories of the pain...

Inflame lava bright as stars...

Defence... gloominess... sand... despair

failure... madness... night... and blades!

Fatality... desert... sweat... blood

suffering... fall... screaming... and dust!

Defence... gloominess... sand... despair

failure... madness... night... and blades!

Fatality... desert... sweat... blood

suffering... fall... screaming... and dust!

Building the pyre of the wood

swallowing bitter tears of the sorrow...

celebrating rites described in ancient rules

this night pharos shines for his soul...

Raging flames, embracing figure in leather.

History is fading... up in the smoke

takes a last look to his gone brother

oath of the eternal revenge he spoke...