Once again left the rider
With no clue where to do
Helpless and frustrated
He began to wander in woe

He wandered here and where
Without a place to go
Nights fell and days damned
Onwards he just rode
The trees dropped their leaves
Soon the first snow

The children of banishment, souls overcast in abandon, with gaunt backs bowed in servitude
Let your fever grow in thine spirit awakening, life is but an interlude

The stubborn beast called flesh alive, Eros and Thanatos interwined, I'm beyond your experience
These souls of black

A moonbeam peeks down from the tiny window to greet me trying to create some light in this lonely darkness
In these halls amongst the gothic images I dwell, created by artists living when I entered this hell
Yes friends since centuries I've haunted here forlorn, I know every single bri

Dear friends,
This evening I'll sing thee about a rider
Who for a long time ago
Rode across the lands
In search for the meaning of himself
And everything else on the Earth

There's a silence in this empty head that reaches the furthest corners
Til where my eyes can see there's utter emptiness and I'm crawling towards the border

Brooding gloom is everywhere, I'm mixing my blood with chemistry
Chemical shelter where the world fades out
I'm dodgi

The touch of rubber and clatter of chains, electric pulses from the brain, the ardour flowing
Through the nerves, a passage to eleventh heaven, pulses travel through chaotic seas
Painting the eyes with different scenes, visions bouncing back and forth like laser beams...

The Sad

Wande in peace o great pharaoh to the land of osiris in the west
No one will disturb your peace without punishment, the brotherhood will guard your rest "

Under the burning desert Sun seven men shoveled away hot sand
To discover the door to an ancient tomb where rested the one born

Night fell upon the world
All there asleep but the rider
Birdsong echoed no more
Horizon bathed in fire

From behind the cloudwall they came
Myriad in numbers - the sky filled with flames
"Fires, be my guide! Show me there to ride!"
And the fires formed a sea

Nocturnal mist falls down like the shroud of a ghost of centuries pass
I walk alone through the monuments of remembrance
This drizzle chills my bones as the sound of steps across my resting place
Pondering the questions should the accuser finally come after me...
Don't believ

"Shadows are marching closer
The maiden in tower is getting old
Those years passed all of a sudden
The winds that blow are so cold
Autumn calls...

Thy wings can't fly
These wings can't bear thee high towards the moon
Thou see, the quest is not all
Thy wi

Autumnal frost my long-missed friend, the snow kisses gentle and cold
I'll watch here alone as the centuries pass, frozen to mock at your world

I'm raising my colours against the sky, this sacred boreal space
Console me when it's me alone out here, the sky watches me bid farewel

Three miles east he found a molten gate
Entered through it into the unknown in fear
Enchanted his horse carried him to his fate
Across moors not to walked for a hundred years

In a cave of the furthest hills
Dwelleth a man so old
Has seen trees grow and fade
I

When I lay down on my sheets and close my eyes
In sweat I wait for her to come and to enter my mind
Still one moment I always dive into sweet unconsciousness in the silence of the night...

The very moment I fall asleep my soul is torn off into a dream
A shadow with a female

Into an ancient valley
He rode alone
Where the winds forgot howled cold
And where no man dwelt
There lived the Echo
Hath been for ages before man
The rider and the stallion were still
Everything was still

"Thou wanderst a ghost above thy head
No voi

A day of spring in ancient times
A rider so eager and proud
Riding the way the eagles fly
The road in misty shroud
In search for answers that must be there
To solve nature's mystiries
To find out why he is there
All secret to find and see

Night fell over

The path to home seemed so strange
Fades trees in twilight
Many things he remembered has changed
New people stared him like a ghost

He rode across the village
To the last cottage's door
There he saw two oaks standing
As proud as a century before

Sudden

To catch the rays of the lunar aura, sepulchral vow of fullmoon
My heart pounds faster and bestial instincts arise...
I'm refusing to bow, looking at your world raising my howl
Without mercy or bad conscience I'll watch it die...

I have it in my heart I have it in my soul,

Through vast landscapes he rode
towards east
Until he felt the salty odour in his nose
The sound of waves come from far away
Under all thorns he found the rose
A moment later the infinity opened
Foaming waves splashing onto the sands
Notes began to surround his

Out of the misty forest
The rider came tired and dawncast
A chilly night was descending
The first snows fell forever it would last

Spirits of the woods they do remember
The rider who had wandered for a hundred years
Shadows of the night can be heard whispering