From the ashes he returns
Through the seal of the dark
He looks upon the enchanting moon

His lips are dry
And crave for human blood


Through all centuries
We see the horizon clearly
Deep in our hearts

Under the shelter of a tree

It lives in the well of time

The ancient dread of non-existence
Close your eyes, it leads the way
(To the) Treasure throne of memories


This is the emptiness
This is life

Make a final sign
(And) Leave the world behind