From far beyond the mountains of Crom   Where the forces of winter spare only the strong   Strides forth a son of the north   Destined to conquer, and die by the sword      And like the sun, he rises with golden light   Reaching with his rays into the world   But like the sun, each time he's destined to set   And is forced to hide in the dark...      ...where his wounds bleed in silence   Blazing eyes now reduced to dying embers   "Oh, black winged goddess,   You've struck me again with lust, please stop the bleeding -   You've taken enough!"      Across the earth he strides,   And when he strikes he always triumphs   Still he never forgets the shadow of the goddess,   Haunting his steps      And like the moon, his restless eyes shine in the night   Joining the orgy of the stars   But like the moon, his full heart is destined to wane   And is forced to hide in the dark...