Immortality Crusade Part I
nobody knew his identity
nobody saw his real visage
his face was always behind the helmet
a nameless warrior, looking for werwena
he fought in each battle without repose
believing every time that it was his last.
before him only fields colored with blood
his wolfish soul was howling for freedom
for ages death have followed his track
but every time he managed (to deceived it)
hope of finding the valley of peace
kept him alive (throughout the centuries)
be my friends
for I am the true confessor of flesh,
that lives forever!
(he left behind only sorrow and pain
not guilty for anything
born to kill and destroy
that was his destiny)
black wolf, brother in misery
(showed him the path)
and revealed before his eyes, the desired view
the valley he was seeking whole his life
endless field of werwena
possesing the power of immortality
but when he was only one step
from the goal Death stood by his side
asking for one last battle
and he couldn't refuse
(to much he hated her,
that was his destiny)
he saw thousand faces of death
and within them all his sufferings
now, when he believed in nothing
was the time to die
(distressful body reposed among werwena
to turn into dust
helmet, which he didn't took of from his birth
crashed into ground,
and from within it escaped a young Eagle)
(and the Eagle in it's flight for freedom shouted out:
- withdraw from the house of death!
and they have gathered, and they have become the ones it was said to
and they are deathless, those who fly the wind)
be my friends
for I am the true confessor of flesh,
that lives forever
Cruzada por la Inmortalidad Parte I
nadie conocía su identidad
nadie vio su verdadero rostro
siempre su rostro estaba detrás del casco
un guerrero sin nombre, buscando a werwena
luchaba en cada batalla sin descanso
creyendo cada vez que era la última
ante él solo campos teñidos de sangre
su alma lobuna aullaba por libertad
por siglos la muerte había seguido su rastro
pero cada vez lograba (engañarla)
la esperanza de encontrar el valle de la paz
lo mantenía vivo (a lo largo de los siglos)
sean mis amigos
porque soy el verdadero confesor de la carne,
¡que vive eternamente!
(dejó atrás solo tristeza y dolor
no culpable de nada
nacido para matar y destruir
ese era su destino)
lobo negro, hermano en la miseria
(le mostró el camino)
y reveló ante sus ojos, la vista deseada
el valle que buscaba toda su vida
campo interminable de werwena
poseyendo el poder de la inmortalidad
pero cuando estaba a solo un paso
del objetivo, la Muerte se paró a su lado
pidiendo una última batalla
y él no pudo negarse
(demasiado la odiaba,
eso era su destino)
vio mil rostros de la muerte
y en todos ellos sus sufrimientos
ahora, cuando no creía en nada
era el momento de morir
(cuerpo angustiado reposó entre werwena
para convertirse en polvo
el casco, que no se quitó desde su nacimiento
se estrelló en el suelo,
y de él escapó un joven Águila)
(y el Águila en su vuelo por la libertad gritó:
- ¡retiraos de la casa de la muerte!
y se han reunido, y se han convertido en aquellos de quienes se hablaba
y son inmortales, aquellos que surcan el viento)
sean mis amigos
porque soy el verdadero confesor de la carne,
¡que vive eternamente