How deep you long for death
now as your kingdom fades away
and the darkened thorns of sunlight
tremble through these frozen lands
Now as we are waiting in motherlike darkness
we reopen our history, that once belonged to them...
oh, have you seen the end of the bard
never forgotten, the land of sleep,
the time before the birth of the worlds...
The echoes of his harp,
have poisoned the air
the horizons of the earth
I have heard you were strangers in a false land,
where visions turn to faith.
No longer I am now...