Shining rays of the dawn pierce the grey veil of the horizon Betrayal and coldness Spirits have withdrawn to the underworld No longer can you hear the voices of ancestors no longer can you feel what you used to feel In the world without visions, those above will live and perish Cursed pagan gods take their gifts back Cheat were the mind and heart of blind poor the eld perhaps once wise, honest and generous man. Good or evil, death makes no choice time is unrelenting, death makes no choice Much is forgotten, away, like childhood dreams you sacrificed I can hear the song again, cried by ravens since ages To the fallen leaves of autumn days Maybe it is the last time, who knows .... however, the glory stay for all the time Here on land or everywhere else .. I can hear the song again, cried by ravens since eternities Wandering through the mist, Carried by the wind.....