The aim of the serpent, the serpent's creation
   reveals itself now trough crystal spheres
   He's riding the waves as a real conqueror
   colliding with ships, the ships of the kings
   He owns... your sword!
  
   The emerald weapon, the steel of the heroes
   Flow the black tears of dark angels
   Your blade is now serving the dark force...
   the evil source of the unborn
   the truth is there... in this hands
  
   QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE
   DONETUR / Starless is my night, silent is my ride
   trough the paradox of wishdom... to the sea of souls
   Nel silenzio tragiche realta'...
  
   FIRE IS BLAZING FAST ACROSS THE BLOODY RED SEA
   THE SUNLIGHT IS FADING ON HIM / THESE ARE THE
   WIZARD'S LAST HOLY SIGHTS... / THE WIZARD'S LAST
   RHYMES
  
   We are reaching the brutal, the tragic dimension
   led by reflections, reflectios of death
   the ghost in the fog... wander lamenting
   while violence devours my wasted brain
   Let me... awake!
  
   The astral bewitchement is the fatal witness
   of created surge of chaos
   I reflect the constellations' fall
   Now close your eyes and fight blind
   The moon is dying, don't fear his might
  
   QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE
   DONETUR / Starless is my night, silent is my ride
   trough the paradox of wishdom... to the sea of souls
   Nel silenzio tragiche realta'...
  
   FIRE IS BLAZING FAST ACROSS THE BLOODY RED SEA
   THE SUNLIGHT IS FADING ON HIM / THESE ARE THE
   WIZARD'S LAST HOLY SIGHTS... / THE POEM'S TRAGIC
   RHYMES
  
   Fierce blows the wind, infinite fires
   on Elnor sea... hail to the king!
   He died as brave, oh valiant hero
   but so in vain, facing the storm... the storm!
  
   And soon the snakes of the abys
   swallowed the mighty woodship
   while the waves of the bloody ocean
   were reaching the walls of the falling town...
  
   QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE
   DONETUR / Starless is my night, silent is my ride
   trough the paradox of wishdom... to the sea of souls
   Nel silenzio tragiche realta'...
  
   FIRE IS BLAZING FAST ACROSS THE BLOODY RED SEA
   THE SUNLIGHT IS FADING ON HIM / THESE ARE THE
   WIZARD'S LAST HOLY SIGHTS... / THE POEM'S TRAGIC
   RHYMES