Out of the sun, out of the night  [bad word] the morning light 
Just another day breaks 
Under the same sky 
As the misty dawning fades away to its lair 
Silence and peace fills the air 
While this placid day reflects its calm 
Feeling the chill of a distant zone 
Hear the lost ones' cry from miles away 
Wishing they were gone to another day 
But the wishes give no hide 
And the beasts you dread dwells in disguise 

As the smoke covers my eyes 
Mystic sight reveals 
doleful land among the shadows 
Where only lost men go 
 [bad word] in the night 
Grief I see in their eyes 

The sun is blackened while they fight 
But the fire of hatred's rising high 
 [bad word] were only lies 
Around me young men die 

 [bad word] back, to the days of thunder! 
 [bad word] back, to the days where you were born! 
 [bad word] back, to break the spell you're under! 
 [bad word] back, to the days of thunder! 
 [bad word] back, to the days where you were born! 
 [bad word] back, to raise again your honour! 

What about the life... 
that shined so bright once in your eyes? 
What about the death... faith you lost... 
so that was your quest? 
What about the dreams... 
there where no visions in your grief? 
What about the fight... 
that graced your life? 

Water, fire, wind and soil 
My soul came to be reborn 
As the lightning thrashes black skies 
The spirit fills my mind 

 [bad word] back, to the days of thunder! 
 [bad word] back, to the days where you were born! 
 [bad word] back, to break the spell you're under! 
 [bad word] back, to the days of thunder! 
 [bad word] back, to the days where you were born! 
 [bad word] back, to raise again your honour! 

What about the life... 
It shines so bright now in my eyes! 
What about the death... 
Faith I found, now life's my quest! 
What about the dreams... 
There're new visions in my grief! 
What about the fight... 
It graces my life! 

Out of the fire 
Out of the wind 
Out of the water and soil 
I'm reborn