A proud knight returns home
  From heaven to heaven on a self-made bridge
  From the endless battle against the pries of light
  And now he shall rest
  
  See into the inner of the mountain breeze
  Where its life has sought shelter for a sun
  which in end will go dark with the eternal night
  And prevent our world from blooming and growing
  
  See the satire of the eye
  Where remains of good is chased away
  And is blown away in an open grave
  Until the last light has been put out
  
  With powerful blows to human's heads
  The knight rejoice in a dark mist
  High as the sky, wandering over his own star
  Glaring at a world covered with ice
  
  Over innumerable fallen man
  Who sowed the growing seed of life
  He wanders away from the last war
  The might prince, the bloody thorn