Many have walked upon this path before me
Many have been tricked, but I was not
Here many spirits are haunting me
I feel the untouchable fear
It is empty but my eyes still see,
although they are covered by tears

I still hear the screams of sorrow
This is the beauty that fills my soul
In our hands we carry the ancient flame
The most powerful weapon of all times it is
We walk in the footsteps of our ancestors
They who once proudly came here to die

We are at the same place, but yet another age
Certain things will always remain the same
We are now falling into other souls
They are so many but yet alone
Everything we pass are scary piles of pain
That who has been will be burned into our brains
Unbreakable are the chains of our memories

Never will I be the one who denies to see
Still I am able to touch the fear
Screaming are the thoughts who call upon my soul
Love is not all and will not come to you here
Here the silent sorrow tells the whole story
Now I can see that very spot to myself
Nothing about this sacred place have I forgotten