Last act of extrication has been done Horseman of the lightning traveling towards the highest mountain peaks You shed the heaviest of the shroud in the most beautiful night Now your attire is clear You are like bird which found its wings Raised by Gods to the God's world Night warrior holding the truth flame In the unity with the Universe you see their gleam Planetary dust cold as a stone Gleam which is carried by numberless stars Gleam as a symphony of sounds Filling our black hearts Though juices of your life have coagulated And Death has put you to sleep Though black sun has burnt the illusion You have not died One-eyed Father will accept you To the rooms which the alive dream about Horseman of the lightning Death will not win Death will not win with You