| Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away |
| Where innocence is burned, in flames |
| A million miles from home, I’m walking ahead |
| I’m frozen to the bones, I am |
| A soldier on my own, I don’t know the way |
| I’m riding up the heights, of shame |
| I’m waiting for the call, the hand on the chest |
| I’m ready for the fight, and fate |
| The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head |
| The thunder of the drums, dictates |
| The rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths |
| The rising of the horns, ahead |
| From the dawn of time to the end of days |
| I will have to run, away |
| I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste |
| Of the blood on my lips, again |
| This deadly burst of snow is burning my hands |
| I’m frozen to the bones, I am |
| A million miles from home, I’m walking away |
| I can’t remind your eyes, your face |