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 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...