Open your eyes, touch the dream
You’re never afraid
Your name on the grave
Sick body is buried
Measure of religion -
Funeral Rite,
No man knows the place
Where you were lost that night
I feel fear in opinion of the crowd
From shape of dark travellers
Jumping aside into corners and secluded places,
Trying not to see the [bad word] And close eyes with hands to recollect a pray
Open the Gates, Open The Gates, Open the Gates, Open the Gates!
World of sadness, you left it
As [bad word] by lightning,
Anger of gods,
Resurrection is lost.
The Art of war, frosty fear,
Another war.
Today and now
World is forever lost