You are where something cried in the sky.
But you have nothing to express your feelings.

You'd liked to believe in Christ because your dreams are dying.
But you will not flee. Down, you still your own king.

(So,)
Alone on this road, you walk again
Because, behind the wind, someone sings.
Alone on this road, you walk again.
But there's also someone who screams.

Dark woods as landscape, cold stones on the sides,
Few embers on the trail hurt you. But nothing comes out.

(Because,)
Alone on this road, you walk again.
Because always, behind the wind, someone sings.
To the life, to the death this ancient ode
That some travellers heard far somewhere.

Somewhere where we wear ethereal veils.
Somewhere where there is no smell or taste.
Somewhere where we wear ethereal veils.
Somewhere where there is no voices

And noises comes from of falling bodies
Sighing in peace, sighing in fear, sighing in misery,
Sighing for what has been done.