The idol eyes of stone 
you see are cold and old 
have no expression no 
don't scare anyone 
now the wood of the cross is splintering 
in this time old man's mind don't teach anymore 
the child disowns his blood 
this wind is corroding even the hardest rock 
and it will sweep the sand away 
The mire of the bog is sticking on your tired arms 
the putrid air doesn't let your breath is deep 
your eyes see far 
remains of life ill and feeble 
skeletons of trees are keepers of nothing 
remains of nature that's already dead 
The night of thoughts will be so long 
will be so dark 
don't try to find in the air the flight of doves or vultures 
set your teeth and go on! go! go! don't yield to fate 
bite your lips and stand up don't stop don't surrender 
you too 
not now that you feel you are so near 
so near the light of the life 
You know the way will be so difficult to find 
every temptation to turn back so difficult to beat 
don't get it wrong 
you can't lose yourself 
you are the fire against the ice 
you are the day against the night 
Somewhere someone is feeling your deeper thoughts 
your bodies are vibrating 
a thousand souls are one soul 
angels of mire try to clean your wings 
you, angels of mire try at least once to fly 
and forever that wind will [bad word] by you