All alone with bitter thoughts I swear on the name of my rage Those who made me suffer will now taste my hate By the blood of hatred I seal my wounds
Tulkojums: Eternal Tears of Sorrow. Asins naida.
king of dawn is veiled by the shrouds of shadows, And the crown of the saint is turned into rusty blades of the beast Rise, my children of hatred, Feel
eternal dawn The beauty was hers to enjoy yet not to give away Like winter's sad dance upon rose's scant life With frost brushed tears upon thy blood