Land of crying
Land of grief
A place of beauty and old beliefs
I'm coming back
To my father's home
Where children played now women mourn
Hear the pounding of the thunderstorms
Through the valleys
Where the fierce wind's blowing
Fear the howling of the prowling wolves
FINAL CHOIR OF ENCHANTING THRENODY
Life has withered and decayed
But dream and hope will never fade
It's always dark before the dawn
Bury me there
When I'm gone
All those who lived amongst the mountains and gazed at the moon
giving its place to the sun at dawn, they never died...
They just embarked for a better place beyond...
