Treasure seekers lost in the nights sky,
Different stars are sold at separate price.
All along the winter winds blow the horns of fury,
The battles for skies are won by dreaming not thinking.
My days are dead I live though nights,
Shallow thrones and restless songs the gods of wars are dead!
Waiting, hunting, I the faceless hunter of the wild hunt,
The end is near, the end was near, but it never came,
My final hunt, my only hunt, now endless is my crusade.
Through flames of hell, though valley of stars,
Through sinking ships, In dreaming of the old dead gods.
I had a life in different times, a pirate in the milky sky,
Though those dreams, in these scars were lost the last gasps of my former life,
Now gone! Those dreams, those deeds, my sins, all gone,
No name, no place, only the hunt of the wild chase.
A darkened horse with a fervid spear I rode in the castles of the fallen lord,
The serpent rose with him rose the hoards of the bottomless pit,
He struck his blade in the heart of the first,
A swift slash and down goes one who led the hunt.
One by one each and every fell, until the last,
I stood alone against the wrath of the might king,
He swung his blade and stopped a sudden!
I sold him the last piece left of my dead past.
A lambent star picked from the belt of orion,
A final piece of the firmament he lost, his paradise!
My solace and my slumber granted to me with my release from my watch,
In the lonely night, a whisper of the sweet songs of eternal bliss,
I now drift through the marge straight to the shores of my gloaming realm.