Darkness lies upon the whole land. All light is far away. I walk through road’s dust and sand. Little whispers come their way. Telling stories of friends and enemies, of light and darkness. Stories of blame and release awakening madness.
CHORUS I: And I walk along this road, sunk in my confused thoughts, concerning the elder days and dark memories.
These whispers have rushed my mind. They blur reality. I leave all my senses behind. Remain insanity. I look through cold hate and pain like a red curtain. No resistance to maintain rage rushes in my veins.
CHORUS II: And I run through these areas, caught in all-day nightmares. No remains from elder days, but dark memories.
Faint light announce the cold dawn. It’s getting windy. My rage grows from breeze to storm and endless fury. And I storm into this last fight with the will to crush. With every further swordstrike I get in blood rush.
CHORUS III: And I race around the land, swing my sword with strongest hand to fulfill my destiny, my dark memories.
CHORUS IV: And I lay here on the ground, only death around. All my enemies, my dark memories.