a neigh of a horse echoes under the moon evil spirits of forest start rustling the horse is waiting for the owner looks anticipating tonight's hunting a ripple slowly runs from the center of the lake lit up by the moonlight then, at the moment the ripple is reaching the waterside the lake suddenly turns into bloody red the rusty odour the disgusting evil the freezing air the silence and the black moon reflected on the lake the knight of blood, the hunter of darkness those who don't accept the sacred those who act in the night the black helmet, the black armour the angel of darkness and d**h as evil spirits of forest start dancing the knight appears out of the lake standing at the waterside and soaked with blood
he is dimly lit by the moonlight the horse is drinking the blood from the lake the knight walks to him to mount getting a sword out and glancing at the moon he runs the horse, looking for prey and blood there are tombs for those hunted, but no bodies beneath them stabbed by the knight, the preys are taken away as they are the bodies are thrwon into the lake they turn into the new blood of the lake which satisfies the knight the glorious neigh and the sword craft attract those who see them a the very moment, the sword gives a sweet pain the one who brings the pain to the earth from the hell the momentary d**h from the knight becomes the eternal pain in the hell