Pictures of a destroyed world review in my eyes,
Voices of forest and lakes tinkle in my soul
Pictures of a destroyed world review in my eyes,
Voices of forest and lakes tinkle in my soul
From fertile body of gods the wind moulded earth,
From flooding sad rain sprung up what lived
Can you hear it? - the blood is rushing,
Drums of the Hell are roaring,
Angels with broken wings are crying in pain,
Voices of lamentation thrust you to deep,
Homeless gods curse the deads.
On our body the branded signs,
Glow up, the sweet pain leads to the past,
We step surely with closed eyes,
The song sounds from deep