Текст песни Rhapsody - The Wizard's Last Rhymes

The aim of the serpent, the serpent's creation
Reveals itself now trough crystal spheres
He's riding the waves as a real conqueror
Colliding with ships, the ships of the kings
He owns your sword!

The emerald weapon, the steel of the heroes
Flow the black tears of dark angels
Your blade is now serving the dark force
The evil source of the unborn

The truth is there in this hands
QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETUR
Starless is my night, silent is my ride
Trough the paradox of wishdom to the sea of souls
Nel silenzio tragiche realt