| Feel the sword violently rip your head |
| Each neckbone cracking under wrathblade |
| a deep neigh in the burdensome mist |
| the preludium of the bladesymphony |
| no eyes… but I see |
| no ears… but I hear |
| no blood… but I live |
| no mind… but I feel |
| guided be my fate by the eaque sword |
| again I shall kill, I behead with true rage |
| headless bodies walk, then on their knees… they fall |
| I rule this land of fear with eaque sword |
| I ride, night’s veil hiding tears of a diving sun |
| I obey the owner of my head |
| till the day it becomes mine as before |
| embodiment of a bloodjustice, reign of terror |
| sleepy hollow has become a hatred haven |
| where dwellers are hidden as vulgar rats |
| awaken in my death handled by mistres of fury |
| a judge of hell… the devil’s advocate |
| guided be my hate by the eaque sword |
| Feel the sword violently rip your head |
| Each neckbone cracking under the wrathblade |
| a deep neigh and a sarcastic laughter |
| the postludium of the bladesymphony |
| again I shall kill, I behead with true rage |
| headless bodies walk, the on their knees. they fall |
| I rule this land of fear with eaque sword |
| I ride, night’s veil hiding tears of a diving sun |
| I obey the owner of my head |
| till the day it becomes mine as before |
| bell of trial echoes |
| The call of retribution |
| She whispers to my skull |
| and I behead the chosen one with eaque sword |
| embodiment of a bloodjustice, reign of terror |
| sleepy hollow has become a hatred haven |
| …with eaque sword |