Angra: The shadow hunter

[On a brothel-tavern, a gypsy prostitute sees in the eyes that he is the chosen one and reads him cards instead of giving him carnal pleasure. "The words of the old man won't have any sense until you find the morning star", says the prostitute. "Your mission is important, but it is not in the army". The voyager is desperately seeking for redemption to his mind and spirit, like a roaming wolf seeks for food. She fills him with doubts; saying that love will drag him out of his path.][...During the conquest of Xerigordon Fortress, The Shadow Hunter is injured and has to run away to escape from the troops of Kilij Arslan. Loosing blood, he collapses before getting back to Constantinople. He dreams about the lost scrolls hidden in the ruins of the Temple of Solomon and inside lost caves by the Dead Sea.]I remember the blood on his handsSo ashamed regretting his faultsSo defenseless he came from the darknessWe spoke and had a good talkDark old hat reminds me of someoneI find hard to recallBowed his head surrendering to sorrowWears the face of warDesperate cries:(Desperate cries)Running in circles(Mourining in vain)Resigning to terror(A sinful warfare)A sinful warfare(Innocents die)Lost in the faith from my fragile heart......From my heartWearing black, a bow without arrowsGod, have mercy on his soulEyes of dread, entrenched in horrorMy devotions are gone!(Desperate cries)Running in circles(Mourining in vain)Resigning to terror(A sinful warfare)Atrocious attack(Atrocious attack)My crusaders faithDrowns in religious bloodBut I'll fight till the endGonna find my Holy GrailRunning blind against the faithReason slips awayChurches falling like castles on the sandEnds the Holy WarHave the good for bad.(What does a man gain from his work?Under the sun where he laborsWhat is so good for a man in life?During his days he's just like a shadowVanitas! Vanitas! Utters the oracleA chasing after the windMeaningless! Meaningless searches for wisdomEverything is in vain like your hunting for shadows)Lost my pride, fought in vainHad to find reasons to my pain - Oh!Running blind against the faithRunning blind againChurch is falling like castles on the sandEnds the Holy WarJesus was a manWith a heart, with a mindWith a body, with a soulSo divine as your ownGod has no mind, has no heartHas no body, has no soul and no resemblance of you.No!(Like chasing the wind...)