From an echo I descend The word is spoken Darkness If my soul can be deeper Than this world's abyss My eyes will march On men's lost ruins From the vastest lands i come The path is bloodied Dead and lonely My power, immortality My flesh on blades eternally This moon rises higher Than men's vain pride Men can't hold their gifts So I'll bring them my fury My gifts I'll destroy my dreams Burning away my tears Heat of hate Forever will scorch my soul If my hands can be stronger Than the power of men' sad destiny My fingers will weave The weft of their funeral dresses I will forever wander Until some voice will call again My wisdom Shining in black dismal lights