(İKraft 2002)

standing high at the dying sun
southern breeze rules the moment
i stare at the plain
the quiet plain...

it stands, ignorant
not knowing about my sadness
my rage...
my lust for revenge

they kill my life
as my heart got dark
i'm proud of being alone
standing in the hill

now i'm ascending
to the throne...
darkness is my home
away from all...

they don't know...
no...
they will suffer...
bleed...

this plain of sorrow
and his quiet breeze
they will know finally...
my revenge will come...
and it will storm heaven and hell

still i will stand alone
still i will stand in the darkness
still the sadness
still the memories
and emptiness...

as one with the night
the breeze is gone
now is the time i must go...

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