But his eyes they know all things
The night is all around my child
And play downstairs?
There is no land
He comes from the land of no night
And play downstairs?
You must stop imagining all this
Closing my eyes
Why don't you go with the rest
But I make take some time on the way
His chariot and wings
Stay if you will now
The blood on his sword
Seeing you again will be, will be in your castle so fair
Oh, his eyes they know all
Swift as the wind
You must stop imagining all this
Flashes so bright as it
I see him so clear
Why don't you go with the rest
There is no blood
You must stop imagining all this
Shine, shine in the light of a thousand suns
Falls to the skulls by his feet
For he comes from the land of no night
You must stop imagining all this
No one knows all my child
For your own good
For your own good