I was baptized in a river of fire
My name is symbol of fear
I was chosen among thousand devils
Now I'm the prodigial son
My horse is fast like a hundred whirlwinds
My black cap flies to the wind
My look is sharpened as a knife
...Crossing the valley of Death
I was condemned to condemn this world
You have to pay for your sins
I fed of hatred, I feed of anger
I'm the lord of terror
My horse is fast like a hundred whirlwinds
My black cap flies to the wind
My look is sharpened as a knife
...Crossing the valley of Death
Any life dues to my step...
Only the wind fights with me...
Cause Sun is afraid of me...
My horse is fast like a hundred whirlwinds
My black cap flies to the wind
My look is sharpened as a knife
...Crossing the valley of Death