Then it is with joy that he rides away
Towards the sunset in the west;
Returns home in joy with the promise of peace,
Waiting for a homecoming party.
But there at home only silence rises forth,
No trace of happiness, of loved ones, of home,
Only the smell of death and pestilence.
Then clouds break in the darkness of the sky,
And fall on the earth like rain,
But without power to give life to the drought of joy,
It becomes only like a gloomy rain.
In silent torment the people lament their distress,
Crippled, heavy with grief, marked by death ,
In a land of mud and stone.
Over the hill a terrified raven screeches
When he strides where the silence reigns;
In despair he calls his wife's name,
But silence is all he gets.
He asks a crooked old man in black,
With only one answer: She is dead or gone;
I know nothing, it is dark years.
Then something breaks in his hopeful mind,
And he mounts his horse again;
It is into a darkness he now rides;
Lost are those he loved most.
But the country he fought for is still at war,
That's why he enlists again for battle,
For fighting is what he knows best.
But the people are tired of the scourge of war,
Of the heavy hand of the government,
Weary of hunger, of disease and need,
Of lack of bread and water,
The kingdom is characterized by repeated rebellions;
They end in battle and bloody settlements,
In an already war-weary country.
For such a mission the man is sent,
To a small town in the east;
As leader of a group of hired men,
As for gold fights relentlessly.
Against an uprising that sets the kingdom on fire,
Leaded by a mysterious cloaked man,
With sword and nightingale voice.
Sword finds flesh when the walls are torn down,
And the city is cleared empty.
He rides with murder, where the armies fight,
To kill, they came.
Then the leader goes towards him with tongue step,
Lifts his sword, but hesitates a moment,
And falls dead before his sword.
Through the clouds then the sun begins to shine
Over a city In strife.
Then he sees, the fallen is a woman,
Whom he has deprived of life.
Then first he sees the grief that has been caused,
For the fallen is known, is loved, held;
It is his own life.

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