Never again will he see his homeland Thirteen weeks of an even horizon All but one have lost hope In his eyes they can still see the fire
After endless days of blindness As the fog finally lifts He gathers his men on deck So all can see the unsettled island
Did we pass the final border of the known world? The silence translates fear and wonder
No one dares to believe yet, no one can turn his eyes away This savage paradise, warning or mercy of the gods? They now can distinguish the glaciers and lifeless plains Deserts of black sand, deserts of ice
First steps on the virgin soil, a feeling of trespassing Here they must obey the natural law The mountains are bleeding fire, the land bears scars everywhere Yet the beauty arises, tracing its path in the furiousness
Did we pass the final border of the known world? I’m starting to think that we’re not here by chance
They are only here as guests, subject to a ruthless order Enchanting landscapes recall the insignificance of man Its weakness seems more overwhelming than ever Yet they know there’s no turning back Passion will burn ‘til the earth’s final outcry