The Shadow Hunter

On a brothel-tavern, a gypsy prostitute sees in the eyes that he is the chosen one and reads him cards instead of giving him carnal pleasure. "The words of the old man won't have any sense until you find the morning star", says the prostitute. "Your mission is important, but it is not in the army". The voyager is desperately seeking for redemption to his mind and spirit, like a roaming wolf seeks for food. She fills him with doubts; saying that love will drag him out of his path. ...During the conquest of Xerigordon Fortress, The Shadow Hunter is injured and has to run away to escape from the troops of Kilij Arslan. Loosing blood, he collapses before getting back to Constantinople. He dreams about the lost scrolls hidden in the ruins of the Temple of Solomon and inside lost caves by the Dead Sea. 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 Mourining 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...