He sees through the glass with cold piercing eyes.
As a measure of length, time flows down through fingers.
When the Air King flies in the night freezing skies,
Hear weakening voices and pain that still lingers.
You don't know how to fight and don't know how to curse.
You'll forget him, but he will return with no doubt.
Pour an ancient drink, crows in dreams he'll disperse.
As a payment your heart will be teared out.
Перевод песни "Воздушный король" группы Канцлер Ги