I stand upon a daring height

These wounds will not stop bleeding

But these rivers will run dry

The salt will be diluted

And the earth as black as tar

On towards her own perdition

Treacherous and out of hand

My veins are filled with ice

Like dying wheat and broken thorn

Mother earth, become unborn

I see much clearer now

And further than before

You caught the weight of the world

And it will drag you down

Give me the strength to regrow

One year dead and onе year gone

Beckoning green again

What has fallеn will rise again

You stood faded, beaten and torn

In golden, bronze and copper foil