The winter moon enlights the funeral sky
 And lost souls are gathered here tonight
 Eyes are filled with mourning tears
 But in my mind no grief ever entered
 Soon I’ll spread my darkened wings
 In this night of December grim

 Where witches and warlocks gather
 I will stand above
 And no grief will ever enter
 This soul of mine
 Through the dark sky
 I will eternally ride
 As the winds guide me
 To the valley of hidden treasure

 No tears at the funeral
 Of the forgotten emperor
 No flowers at the grave
 Of the forgotten emperor
 The burial took time
 For countless of pears
 But still this land is mine
 I am the guardian of time

 The night gathers my strength
 I am the predicted
 My soul is immortal
 For all eternity