Marching... Through this reign of pain Water is dream and delight Fighting... Walking night and day Miserable soul Forgotten to die Reborn of the dead Sword of the truth Listen to my words Like an eagle, i'm prepared to fly Look at me I'm the proof of the sin "I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And i watered it in fear; Night and morning with my tears; And i sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles," Marching... Througt this reign of pain Water is dream and delight Fighting... Walking night and day Miserable soul Forgotten to die Reborn of the dead Sword of the truth Listen to my words Like an eagle, i'm prepared to fly " And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And the knew that it was mine And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole In the morning glad i see My foe outstretched beneath the tree" Look at me I'm the proof of the sin Reborn of the dead Sword of the the truth listen to my words Like an eagle, i'm prepared to fly