Sign From The Empire Of The Moon

...riding my black horse I gallop in the night. From the light of the Moon fire springs, Which stries my face. I fall to the damned ones, to my grave. Yet the sign only burns mysteriously, As I leave the way of the stars. Smoke and fog of a dark cavern Flows into my face. The way has already been trodden, The torches are carrying meaning In their solitude. I look into my soul's hate stream, Into it's flowing, calm prophecy. I am doomed to be a warrior, For I am a builder of the Hall of the Deads, I sacrifice my horse with my sword, To become one with the running infinity of the space. The underworld posses me. I change... my face burns and the branches appaer, Covering the streams of my veins. I am dying... my prayers gain No bearing in my brother's eyes. I yearn... into the grey light, into the infinity. I calm down... when the immortality bears a new star.