The Shadow Hunter - Angra

[On a brothel-tavern, a gypsy prostitute sees in the eyes

that he is the chosen one and reads him cards instead of giving

him carnal pleasure.

«The words of the old man won’t have any

sense until you find the morning star», says the prostitute.

«Your mission is important, but it is not in the army».

The voyager is desperately seeking for redemption to his mind

and spirit, like a roaming wolf seeks for food.

She fills him with doubts;

saying that love will drag him out of his path.]

[…During the conquest of Xerigordon Fortress,

The Shadow Hunter is injured and has to run away to escape

from the troops of Kilij Arslan.

Loosing blood, he collapses

before getting back to Constantinople.

He dreams about the lost scrolls hidden in the ruins of the

Temple of Solomon and inside lost caves by the Dead Sea.]

I remember the blood on his hands

So ashamed regretting his faults

So defenseless he came from the darkness

We spoke and had a good talk

Dark old hat reminds me of someone

I find hard to recall

Bowed his head surrendering to sorrow

Wears the face of war

Desperate cries:

(Desperate cries)

Running in circles

(Mourining in vain)

Resigning to terror

(A sinful warfare)

A sinful warfare

(Innocents die)

Lost in the faith from my fragile heart…

…From my heart

Wearing black, a bow without arrows

God, have mercy on his soul

Eyes of dread, entrenched in horror

My devotions are gone!

(Desperate cries)

Running in circles

(Mourining in vain)

Resigning to terror

(A sinful warfare)

Atrocious attack

(Atrocious attack)

My crusaders faith

Drowns in religious blood

But I’ll fight till the end

Gonna find my Holy Grail

Running blind against the faith

Reason slips away

Churches falling like castles on the sand

Ends the Holy War

Have the good for bad.

(What does a man gain from his work?

Under the sun where he labors

What is so good for a man in life?

During his days he’s just like a shadow

Vanitas!

Vanitas!

Utters the oracle

A chasing after the wind

Meaningless!

Meaningless searches for wisdom

Everything is in vain like your hunting for shadows)

Lost my pride, fought in vain

Had to find reasons to my pain — Oh!

Running blind against the faith

Running blind again

Church is falling like castles on the sand

Ends the Holy War

Jesus was a man

With a heart, with a mind

With a body, with a soul

So divine as your own

God has no mind, has no heart

Has no body, has no soul and no resemblance of you.

No!

(Like chasing the wind…)