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