Far to the north, marching our souls
To spirituality, to the source of all light
From the darkest universe to eternity
To the sign of silence, to blackest serenity
We are the real warriors,
The choice is all ours
Outwardly scorned
The sinners are reformed
Restless and wandering
Shimmering in the devil's intention
Creating a new path
Between hades and real world
Walking down the hillsides
With the freedom of insolence
Taking up the torch, to enlighten the mind
