The sky is falling down
into an open ground
threw away the land
into an open hand

A thousand years of war
a hundred-thousand more
slowly will decay 
before it goes away

into the dark of winter
we found a place to hide
just for the final hour
last chance to find a ride

The ground is burning me
still I cannot see
stripped away the veil
only try and fail

Blood has turned to stone
voices scream and moan
on my bended knee
cannot follow me

into the dark of winter
we found a place to hide
just for the final hour
last chance to find a ride