How deep you long for death
now as your kingdom fades away
and the darkened thorns of sunlight
tremble through these frozen lands
of doom …
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
have drowned …
I have heard you were strangers in a false land,
where visions turn to faith.
No longer I am now …