Darkified mist runs over the land I lie down with my face in the sand The sun or the truth I cannot see My soul is lost and will forever be But suddendly I see a striking fight The blackened mist turns whiter than white A blue-red fire burns the illness around me The Pagan land burns as far as I can see No living but I can see the light It screams to me: stand and fight Take your sword and save your blood You will fight alone, there was never a god My body thrills as I stand the dark The goldfish in my has never become a shark The fire is gone but I still burn Finally I can see so I start to run The darkified mist seems to fear The hate and the pain I can bear A whisper I say becomes a shout, "Pay for my blood" screams the mist very loud The earth will burn when I'll arrive I am dignant of the light, my will is alive Rewinning my soul is what I will do I kill without remorse, I have a memory too!