Riding towards the horizonnUpon the monumental rocks, awaitingnthe end of a dishonourable life,nI perceive my morality fading tona weakly seeming substance,nclimbing towards my yet unsealednfaith, I arrive (faith arrives)nnStaring into the abyss of Midgard,nabove, the Angels of Asgardnand the armour of Loges child.nI'm losing myself in an odyssey throughnthe bottomlessndepth of my spiteful soul.nnAt the end, the will to die.nMy nag becomes restive,nI open up my eyesnand spread out my arms:nGod of gods, take my inglorious soul!nhere is nothing left, for me... It's nothing leftnnGod of gods, ...nnMy hands are longing for the lancenand aim at my vulnerable essence.nnGod of gods, ...nnAs I lift to strike...nA sudden lightning burns my glance.