Vallan Haamut [English translation]

The fiery furnace of Kamara is molten lava, above us the the sky's like pouring lead, at the monument of the last battle the guardsquadron stands, and falls with burning clothes and peeling off lips, we slowly dance to the last psalm, how the blood lives in our veins and the flames like cold steel.

And we wonder who we shadows are, what are we here to serve, who are we guarding here, we riders of chaos.

We sing a song of evil deeds and the live ahead us grows short. We sing of empty beds, places we never returned to. And we do the greatest of sins without feeling anything, and out of all miracles the most beautiful is the will and trust in love.

And we wonder who we shadows are, what are we here to serve, who are we guarding here, we riders of chaos.

Only one detail can remain in your mind, remind in your from the whole life, some white glow after the day is passed, some gaze of your partner.

Only one detail can remain in your mind, remind in your from the whole life, some white glow after the day is passed, some gaze of your partner.

And we rise to the temple of the beautiful, and we rise after the day has passed, and we rise to the high mountain, and we just keep on rising.