Here and in the open gates - To non-existent stars - In the melodies of sadness I start my scar dance. I died in a land of dust. I was buried in the rotten earth - my soul is dust. But behold, I have risen from the grave. Oh! My children of wrath - In this night of fall. I am calling you - arise in the song of smoke and white streaks of redemption, come and take! Where I was buried resurrect my corpse, and I will be a prophet - of the end of days - and the beginning of dawn, he will bleed forever, this shining razor will start the history of my scars, on a dead body I will write the story of rebirth. In the melodies of the night - and in the moonlight I will dance for the last time to be born... From the abyss to the flame, from dust to the song of the wind. It was in the mountains - that I was looking for...
