The winter moon enlights the funeral sky And lost souls are gathered here tonight Eyes are filled with mourning tears But in my mind no grief ever entered Soon I’ll spread my darkened wings In this night of December grim
Where witches and warlocks gather I will stand above And no grief will ever enter This soul of mine Through the dark sky I will eternally ride As the winds guide me To the valley of hidden treasure
No tears at the funeral Of the forgotten emperor No flowers at the grave Of the forgotten emperor The burial took time For countless of pears But still this land is mine I am the guardian of time
The night gathers my strength I am the predicted My soul is immortal For all eternity