Arcthule Closes His Eyes
So there he was all by himself in the deep darkness of Aval
Lost in himself and with thoughts, whom would have killed every man
But something was different… why did he flew?

He rode an a pale horse a lonely, warrior he was
Seven angels where his audience, as in hatred, he flew
In his mind he wished them death, and they died!
So what had he become? Oh - He was... I!

My еyes burned and cast shadows between thе walls
Far away I could see the way out from this mountain
And as I rode for the outer lands I could feel the northern winds blow
With frost they brought death - as for which I desired

I rode on a pale horse, a lonely, warrior I was
Seven angels where my audience, as in hatred I flew
In my mind I wished them death… and they died!
So what had I become? Oh - the grim reaper was I!

In the deep darkness I had lost my mind
In Aval I had died
But in the shape of death
I could live on and dethrone those whom stood on the side of the night...light!
Arcthule, closed his eyes, before the, glimmering sword touched his neck
And he’s body fell, to the ground… dethroned!