Like the flight of a dead bird my life is going out  Darkness is my mistress at cold full moon nights  Only stars know my paths, I'm a wild wanderer of fields  Lonely trips in my realm... Will you share this with me?    As I howl at night, the wind join my song... Helpless crying of the wild  Am I soulless, forever gone?  After a while I hear a voice from the dark fields of the fall  It puts me the same question:  Shall I ever see the dawn? The sun of the dawn?    The old symbol of all dread, faithful son of the night  Too much bleeding, too much fear  But one's death is other's life