So there it was, the thing we dread the most*
 Time had caught up with us. 
 The thread ended.
 I felt betrayed and disappointed. Was that really it?
 And looking down at myself lying on the ground of Piraeus harbour, snowflakes
 falling down on me... 
 The night the [bad word] froze

 We watch the sand trickle, anxious about its steady flow.
 But what we really fail to see is, that any minute, the glass might just burst into pieces.
 You see, it's not about what you take with you, it's what you leave behind.
 And there, on the side of a lion, this story found its end.

 [Hakon Halfdansson - appr. 1043]
 [ Turisas Lyrics are found on [bad word] ] 

 Viimeistä virttään kirjoittaa
 Harva meistä saa
 Muistoihin jää
 Laulumme tää
 Päättyy ikävään

 Kaiuissa vuosisatojen
 Haaveissa kuolleiden
 Kohtaavat päät
 Tähdissä näät nyt sen
 Ikuisuuden