Bearer of sword
Stands beyond the triumphant
As eternal night falls
On the planet of void

Wages war with a gesture of might
Fallen are the souls
Blinded by the warrior dreams

Finds the star invisible
To most of the regular men and slaves

And the master serves him

Leaves then for the last time
Finally his castle

Monument of misanthropy and wrath
Hate

Loyal friend of his sober hours
Treads on while the faith whips sharp

Mental pain makes his eyes gleam
A light made of dark thrones and frozen winds
Now can leave the planet