A landscape of shadows, a valley of past

Engraved in fire and snow

Trying the death to a eternal last breath revive and enchanted my soul

Here we are at home

In seasons of mist, angels with hair white as snow

In front of gates mounted with gold

Behind it mighty pillars under a heaven of stone

I remember what an old crone has told

Welcome home

 

In fire I give back my flesh and my sword

Extinguish sad shadows, time of remorse

I walk in time the eternal green fields

Dusk hills and a bloodred sky above

Here we are at home

 

The whisper of trees tells of power and fame

The wind tells of battles and blood

A life in pass beyond the green hills

baptized in milk and blood

 

In comfort of shadows, behind walls of flesh

A desert of sorrow and pain

A grave of despair, denial of the absolute death

A false endeavour to god!?

 

Through oceans of fire over rivers of blood

Over mountains through forests of pass

A blood-dripping horizon before my eyes

Reveal a waste of death

 

The whisper of trees tells of power and fame

The wind tells of battles and blood

A nameless "god" beyond the green hills

A battlefield of despair and wrath

Welcome home