More than a century ago
I had been sleeping
Under the sky of anothe time
Where the war reigned
Where the sundown died

I feel a winter into my corps
Clouds, lights, time
Sorrow my mind
I feel the eternal peace

Lonely suffering increase
Alone I Wake up my body out
With blood between my fingers
Just I far well of this hell

Now I wake up in a new time
Where my mind sleeps in another body
Now the perversion is my only owner
And Just the badness is my dream

Blood bustes of this body
I am the kings of wars
I want to gather tears and suffering
That sustain my badness
Destroy that ones who I saw
In than time my ancient cry rests

Enemies of my will with fire piece my heart
My revenge born when my body die