Из альбома: Khaos Magick
We are the joy and strength of this world
As we ride over night-skies
Through spheres once unknown
The breeze of the north wind doth lead us home
Back to the land where my forefathers died
Back to the shores from which truth once derived
All that remains is a flash of red in the snow
We are an image of time and stone
Forlorn in darkness we roam alone
We are like roses in a garden full of weed
We are as wolves that wander among sheep
Their false beliefs died under our horses' hoofs
Accepting their judgement - Facing The Truth
From a glorious crusade we proudly return
As soul-cleansing flames of redemption still burn
Watch them consume all life as it dies
As corpse-fire melts the so-long-frozen ice
All that remains is a flash of red in the snow
Wir sind ein Bild aus Stein und Zeit
Verloren steh'n wir still in Dunkelheit
We are like roses in a garden full of weed
We are as wolves that wander among sheep
All that remains is a flash of red in the snow...