Now his life occurred to him But he wasn´t able to see why, Why this human being, called onon, Bothered himself with all these things, that he had dealt with A sculpture of frozen red, the apostate of death The ruler of vinterland he is, his time is at hand The arctic blood in his heart has turned to stone In blood forever he´ll reign "obviously he had no idea what really mattered He didn´t know it the way i know An error is not possible anymore Now i know it" He raised the gun in his hands And raised his eyes to the sky And then he didn´t hear see and feel Anything of this earthly world