Riders of the Wind

Earth is descending into the last eve

Night approaches as the Sun fades away

Winds cry mournfully in the Forests of North

The blind eye of Full Moon

Rise upon the Storms

The sky turns black on the East

And on the West it becomes bloodred

This time thou can see the Riders of the Wind

Once I was one of them but now I am dead

Ages ago I also rode on the Wind

Upon the deadly Blackfog

On the Storming Clouds

I beheld the mortals hided in their homes

I laughed and they was thinking it was Thunder

I raised the Sword to the gleam of the risen Moon

And touched with my Spear

The Corpse of Fading Sun

My eyes shined coldly,

The mortals were thinking those were Stars

Now only my memories are left

Inside the Stone Coffin

Once I was the being

Mortals call "God"

Now I am a victim in Hell of my Memories

I lie entombed under obsidian lid

The mile-height mountain is my Tombstone

But yet I hear the Evening Call

Of those who bring the Night

Coffin holds me

Mountain covers me

My torture is Endless

I scream from my Abyss

And the world shall die

When I'll break my chains…