Far across the sandy desert,
mounts of sand pronounce our death,
a fiery knight who lifts his coffin,
and throws away his mighty faith.

A mingled king lost in his own darkness,
a stranger lost in the boundaries of himself,
fades away in the ephimeral night,
and closes his eyes and leaves no trail.

My hands appart, my heart detached,
eye beg for help, thy mighy knight,
and pray for me, until i part,
into the light above the dark.