How deep you long for death
   now as your kingdom fades away
   and the darkened thorns of sunlight
   tremble through these frozen lands of doom
  
   Now as we are waiting in motherlike darkness
   we reopen our history, that once belonged to them
   oh, have you seen the end of the bard
   never forgotten, the land of sleep,
   the time before the birth of the worlds
  
   The echoes of his harp,
   have poisoned the air
   the horizons of the earth
   have drowned
  
   I have heard you were strangers in a false land,
   where visions turn to faith.
   No longer I am now