In the first circle you find the blood In the second one the power In the nest of the coquette a ring of gold Under the first waters the ash of an empire Under the eternal ice a glove of iron
The master walks with by his side the death Because the raw meal does not admin remorse You remove the plate of marble and the marked stone What has stayed will point you the way
Don't play for all the fall The roar of the stream is for whoever doesn't know How to listen to The public of the big are arena does not applaud And the rustles of the leaves are songs of death
He digs in the naked earth with the hands And exhumes what now is rust He doesn't know his fate and begins his song Enchanting the waters, rippling the waves
He doll himself the mantle up And glimpers the tear Between the black standarts That the time doesn't sew
The master walks with by his side the death Because the raw meal does not admin remorse You remove the plate of marble And the marked stone What has stayed will point you the way