The Southern Cross

The southern cross knows my way, she’s my guide
Until I arrived like a butterfly in the battelfield
I can see and I can feel the pain of my friends
When the blood slides, the steel under the moonlight shines

The demons are, they’re coming to take me
I cannot escape, the hand of doom is rising
But when they’ll come my anger will make them scatter
My fury is your, my body is your, but not my soul!

When my moment will come you will fall from your throne
Your blood will cover my sword, (it’ll) flow down from your eyes
The moon will rise again, your soul will be mine!

Fallin’ down the hills the revenge comes and kills!
Like a mirror down the moon, the knife of death will loving you