Like a starface in the midnight
Ziping through the dark skies
In the red blood, in the white light
In the wind-lakes the crow flies.

Wanderer arrived here
From the ash of all ends
Where pain and gladness had been
To steal them with his own hands

In his beak the corpse of light
Moonlight is between his claws
Ice-mirrors and shining eyes
On his footsteps burials

All the slow fly came to end
Where the corpse are just the same
There returned the shining friend
On this evening once again

Softly drops down to the ground
Who had been holding tight
The hidden tears have no more sound
He’s damned since began the time

How many souls have been feed
On this endless deadly land?
Thousands were who once believed
Thousands were who dreamed and planed

In the end he lost her, too
The dearest one from all of them
Up the skies he’s flying through
Hopes he gets in once again.