Like the flight of a dead bird my life is going out
Darkness is my mistress at cold full moon nights
Only stars know my paths, I'm a wild wanderer of fields
Lonely trips in my realm... Will you share this with me?
As I howl at night, the wind join my song... Helpless crying of the wild
Am I soulless, forever gone?
After a while I hear a voice from the dark fields of the fall
It puts me the same question:
Shall I ever see the dawn? The sun of the dawn?
The old symbol of all dread, faithful son of the night
Too much bleeding, too much fear
But one's d**h is other's life