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Nobody knew his identity nobody saw his real visage his face was always behind the helmet a nameless warrior, looking for werwena he fought in each battle without repose believing every time that it was his last. before him only fields colored with blood his wolfish soul was howling for freedom for ages death have followed his track but every time he managed (to deceived it) hope of finding the valley of peace kept him alive (throughout the centuries) be my friends for I am the true confessor of flesh, that lives forever! (he left behind only sorrow and pain not guilty for anything born to kill and destroy that was his destiny) black wolf, brother in misery (showed him the path) Letras de canciones and revealed before his eyes, the desired view the valley he was seeking whole his life endless field of werwena possesing the power of immortality but when he was only one step from the goal Death stood by his side asking for one last battle and he couldn't refuse (to much he hated her, that was his destiny) he saw thousand faces of death and within them all his sufferings now, when he believed in nothing was the time to die (distressful body reposed among werwena to turn into dust helmet, which he didn't took of from his birth crashed into ground, and from within it escaped a young Eagle) (and the Eagle in it's flight for freedom shouted out: - withdraw from the house of death! and they have gathered, and they have become the ones it was said to and they are deathless, those who fly the wind) be my friends for I am the true confessor of flesh, that lives forever From Letras Mania