The Messenger -

I saddle my horse as fast as I can

«The message is urgent, find the man!»

The camp soon vanishes out of my sight

As I rush my black steed into the night

I am the messenger of fate

I spur on my horse, the hour is late

I am the herald, I am the sign

My only enemy is time

Hooves hit the rocky ground

The clatter echoes all around

Alone I ride, come what may

The stars in the nightsky guide my way today

On my arrival, will you welcome me?

The sign is given, can’t you see?

All hail the Messenger

Strong by heart, wind or rain

Won’t stop the Messenger

The news are on the way

The faith of man lies in my hands

At last I fly through the gate

Men, woman, children… «Out of my way!»

Up the winding alley with fury I ride

I jump off my horseback and push the doors aside

All hail the Messenger

Strong by heart, wind or rain

Won’t stop the Messenger

The news are on their way

You are the Messenger

Strong by heart, wind or rain

Won’t stop the Messenger

The news are on their way

Fate now lies in your own hands