“Faraway”
In faraway places
in faraway mind
I killed all my demons
left corpses behind
left broken mirrors
and much of sharp glass
left rotten forests
in wrath cursed my past
the times are not pleasant
conditions are hard
my path is wide open
with hills mountains grass
with rocks to be crushed
with souls to meet
I don’t have the time
for bad things I did
the abyss of darkness
taught me long time
to always believe
to have battle cry
now I am stronger
than ever before
in front of the gate
of bronze silver gold
the call from the spirits
of my fatherland
on guard what is precious
to death I will stand
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