The Shadow Hunter

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
Mourning 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 sould
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…