Reflections of the sun on the fields of grief
An eagle revolves in the sky a swarm of birds' passing by
This is my secret desire, an empire of eternal guilt
Of shame of grief and despair, an empire of eternal guilt
The morrow of dreams has come the kingdom now is yours
Heir of the sorrow, the raven will call you to reason
Seasons falling to ashes at my call
Longing for silence the arms of fall
Seek for eternity
Come and accept the crown of my silent throne
Macbeth he is weeping tears of blood
The enemy is calling his soul to war