Triumphant Gleam

Bearer of sword Stands beyond (the) triumphant As eternal night falls On the planet of (almost full) void Weaves war with a gesture of might Fallen are the souls Blinded by the warrior dreams Finds the star invisible To most of the regular men and slaves And the master serves him Leaves then for the last time Finally his castle Monument of misanthropy and wrath Hate Loyal friend of his sober hours Treads on while the faith whips sharp Mental pain makes his eyes gleam A light made of Dark Thrones and frozen winds Now can leave the planet