Pictures of a destroyed world review in my eyes,
Voices of forest and lakes tinkle in my soul

Pictures of a destroyed world review in my eyes,
Voices of forest and lakes tinkle in my soul

From fertile body of gods the wind moulded earth,
From flooding sad rain sprung up what lived

Can you hear it? - the blood is rushing,
Drums of the Hell are roaring,
Angels with broken wings are crying in pain,
Voices of lamentation thrust you to deep,
Homeless gods curse the deads.

On our body the branded signs,
Glow up, the sweet pain leads to the past,
We step surely with closed eyes,
The song sounds from deep

We live live again