The drum is my steed, The wind my wings
|
The mind of an eagle is my soul... and my will is of frozen soil
|
|
Far in the edge of night and twilight is a tree
|
on which branches lies the souls of unborn
|
And ravens the bringers of light
|
are guiding them into oblivion
|
|
My eyes didn't see I didn't speak when I was born
|
far north embraced by tundra
|
My forter said I bore the marks
|
I was going to be his successor
|
|
I watched my ancestors to bleed themselves
|
to attain the utter conciousness
|
To find the long-gone spirit to kill
|
to ride the night again...
|
|
When the dusk comes I feel myself alive
|
when the last rays of the sun have died
|
Begun my ride through the darkest of nights
|
as my will becomes one with the wolves...
|
|
...I feel the desire to haunt...
|
...I feel the desire to kill...
|
|
-----------------
|
Embraced
|
| Evemaster |
