My pale soul
Shines under my moon
On one of my bold mountains
I stand
I hold my torch high
Up against my black sky
The skulls in my belt
Glow in the light of the moon
So does my sword
More and more as the unpure blood
Runs off and down on my bold
Strong mountain
It runs
My mountain drinks
It calls the rain
It calls my father
Brutally they come
As thunder
They slam their powers
Deep into my pale soul
I scream in pain and lust
