The boy returned from the war being a man
He no longer recognizes his home; there's no one left to remember
Cursed to wander without a soul, with the death on his back...
Tonight,tonight WE ACT LIKE ROMANS IN THE CROSS
Now the sinners walk behind me
With the death on his back
The only remaining light is the hunters moon
In the forest there're bonfires, and the cries that the wind drags him
Call him, they call him
And a thousand hands hold him
The black priest are chanting...
Chanting forbidden salms
Soga... whip, dagger... and a hammer
The blade reflects the fire the moon and the stars aligned
Here under the dark sky,under the storm