Оригинальный текст песни The Messenger
Hectic spirit fever, illusions of the Dreamwalker
Pierces through my head,
Harbinger of eternal night has come.
Right under the stirring veil , by the grace of the Messenger,
The song of bad omens,
Harbinger of eternal night, has come.
Facing inner demons, falling down in a sunken hell
Drifting sanity
Harbinger of eternal night has come.
Bewitching whispers all along
Leads the mind to dust
Set this world on fire
The realm of night ignites it all
Running through the night fall
Running through the night
Running through the night fall
Into His grasp.
Running through the night fall
Running through the night
Running through the night fall
Into His grasp
Running through the night fall
Running through the night fall
Running through the night fall
Into His grasp
Running through the night fall