Standing tall in the heart of forest 
 Are the idols of the yore 
 Kissed by cold winds wrinkled faces 
 Wooden eyes that see the past 
 Once almighty now forgotten
 Covered by the fallen leaves 
 Always waiting for tomorrow 
 But forever in the past 

 [bad word] of the ancient gods 
 That [bad word] this world, now torn apart 

 Born in fire, born for burning 
 But cold ice is in their eyes 
 In the forests silence waiting
 For the human sacrifice 
 Standing tall in the heart of forest 
 Are the idols of the yore 
 Kissed by cold winds wrinkled faces 
 Wooden eyes that see the past 
 Once almighty now forgotten
 Covered by the fallen leaves 
 Always waiting for tomorrow 
 But forever in the past 

 [bad word] of the ancient gods 
 That [bad word] this world, now torn apart 

 Born in fire, born for burning 
 But cold ice is in their eyes 
 In the forests silence waiting
 For the human sacrifice 
 Dead but breathing, life denial 
 Is the aim of Idols lives 
 Cold as ice and hot as fire 
 No one hears their silent cries 

 Hear them now? Words of silence
 Carry mind away in astral dimensions