The summer sun's light The howling at night The blood of friends spilled on the sand [...] and quick death She breathes her last breath And dies as I cling to her hand
Mere mortals you be The truth you can't see You think you are right for you've won But what stories they'll tell The rising from the hell Long after our battle is done
It is better to reign Was my answer that day And you chose out a hell And you cast us away I'll not let you believe yourself better than me That's a fleeting illusion at best
So let the years turn by I'll wait for the time When you will beg me for your death
But another sun down With me still held bound So turns past another slow year But my patience is long And revenge is sweet song That I sing to the gods who might hear
No! I sing so that Satan might hear Oh! I howl and my brother will hear