(İKraft 2002)</p>

standing high at the dying sun<br> 
southern breeze rules the moment<br>
i stare at the plain<br>
the quiet plain...</p> 

it stands, ignorant<br> 
not knowing about my sadness<br> 
my rage...<br>
my lust for revenge</p> 

they kill my life<br> 
as my heart got dark<br>
i'm proud of being alone<br> 
standing in the hill</p> 

now i'm ascending<br> 
to the throne...<br>
darkness is my home<br>
away from all...</p> 

they don't know...<br> 
no...<br>
they will suffer...<br> 
bleed...</p> 

this plain of sorrow<br> 
and his quiet breeze<br>
they will know finally...<br> 
my revenge will come...<br>
and it will storm heaven and hell</p> 

still i will stand alone<br> 
still i will stand in the darkness<br> 
still the sadness<br>
still the memories<br>
and emptiness...</p> 

as one with the night<br> 
the breeze is gone<br>
now is the time 
i must go...</p>

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