There is talk about a light at the end of the world
Hiding in the darkness of the flying whispers.
There is a rumour for a Man turned into God,
Passing, beyond forgotten trembling willows.
In sky, with fire letters, i write your sacred name
To guide me trough the light of Life.
I am to travel waters, land and burning flame.
I'm just a humble servant of the night.
My pilgrimage is now protected by your word
I am beyond the curse that looms in fear
Inherited from sins of dying past. And hear me, Lord!
My cry is deeper than the purest virgin tear.
I'm touching stone and star from northern realms
They are my guide and faithful friend.
Like frozen forests winds enjoy a crazy dans
Pushing my body closer to the mighty end.
And there you are, my light, at he end of the world
Waiting for me. Crying for me. Burning me alive.
I'm yours , I always been inside you. I am your God.
Like you are mine. My destiny. My life.
