Under the spell of the moon My eyes seek the truth Tables of stones rise Horns sounds among the woods Thousand stars of opening nightsky With flaming pride I walk the way Thousand souls of gathering ravens Waiting the god beyond the gates Smell of rain comes from the hills Black is the sky above the mount of graves Thousand stars of opening nightsky Lying to me about god and man Thousand swords of awakening honor Forcing my way, I shall remain Abraham's god does not command me I don't kneel before the cross I'm shining bright on the cliffs of faith Moonlight fills my night Blazing monoliths of dying stars As pagan emperors I rule Sword of gold bearing my hand I'm the wanderer of the moon