Looking very deep
In the mirror of dreams
There is the old
Mighty figure in black
That again stares at me
With fire in the eyes
Paralyzed I am
In silence so deep
Dark
Empty cave
With ceaseless drops
Waiting
My judgment
Static
I freeze
In the mirror of dreams
On the open field I run
Thousands of horses
Gallop against me
Fearless I invoke
Forces from beyond
They give me strength
To execute my fate
Now I become
The blackest horse
Galloping uphill
Stepping strong
Stepping strong
Stepping strong
On the falling rocks
With the vigor of the beasts
And impartial tranquility
Conquering the mountain
To witness the sunrise
Feeling the wind
In my mane blowing so sweet
I do what I think
I'm complete in myself
Looking very deep
In the mirror of dreams
There is the old
Mighty figure in black
That again stares at me
With fire in the eyes
Paralyzed I am
In silence so deep
Dark
Empty cave
With ceaseless drops
Waiting
My judgment
Static
I freeze
The judge keeps wandering
In the cave of infinite drops
Life and death that relay
The time and space
There I'll come back
I'll come back
With powerful lantern
To look for my inverted friend
And then I can ask
To point my mistakes
And the correct advice
The correct advice