I come here
From behind the seas,
The hills, the serpent roads
And ancient gates
I come here
Totell you a story
About things which drown
Today in the mess
I will haunt you
When the dreams come true
With my own eyes you will see
Look at the forest
The land of your fathers
Your home - You should shelter it
You will reach
With the bounds of present times
Lost imprisoned
You will feed
It's hunger with desires
And with freedom
With my own eyes you will see
And they will lead you