Now his life occurred to him
But he wasn´t able to see why,
Why this human being, called onon,
Bothered himself with all these things, that he had dealt with

A sculpture of frozen red, the apostate of death
The ruler of vinterland he is, his time is at hand
The arctic blood in his heart has turned to stone
In blood forever he´ll reign

"obviously he had no idea what really mattered
He didn´t know it the way i know
An error is not possible anymore
Now i know it"

He raised the gun in his hands
And raised his eyes to the sky
And then he didn´t hear see and feel
Anything of this earthly world