Woorden: Elysian Fields. Even If I Could Forgive.

In their feeble sight
Proclaim of evermore
Sheding tears
Through the fearful throng
My lost prosperity
Do I unfold?

Your rivers shall flow no more
And breathe eternal sighs
I pierce not my veil of fiend
For us! And cruelty shall come

The have much strength
Yet they are not strong

If the braves left
With honour and might
Through countless wars
Their spirit shall revive

How the stars dominate all nights
The passions feeds our hopes

The fading skies suffer at their gleam
And the imploring seas perish at their sight
In the name of the admired idols
Unleashed the archaic challenge