Through the night and through the sky
Rides the wanderer far far high
Winds and storms embrace this guy

By the march through the nightly sky

Winds

Storms - nightly sky

The march of revenge it shall be

Thousand of tortures he left behind

With his bloody axe he murdered

There is no survivor

Summon his forces

Hear my call

All cries for hope are failed

And now the wanderer is marching on

Summon his forces

Hear my call