Black Winged Goddess

From far beyond the mountains of crom

Where the forces of winter spare only the strong

Strides forth a son of the north

Destined to conquer, and die by the sword

And like the sun, he rises with golden light

Reaching with his rays into the world

But like the sun, each time he's destined to set

And is forced to hide in the dark...

Where his wounds bleed in silence

Blazing eyes now reduced to dying embers

"Oh, black winged goddess

You've struck me again with lust, please stop the bleeding

You've taken enough!"

Across the earth he strides

And when he strikes he always triumphs

Still he never forgets the shadow of the goddess

Haunting his steps

And like the moon, his restless eyes shine in the night

Joining the orgy of the stars

But like the moon, his full heart is destined to wane

And is forced to hide in the dark