Here on the polar river One tired wise was fading Into embraces of death Unfulfilled duty to be In this world didn't give him The very last breath
He asking death: come and take me… My sacral knowledge Spotless of sins I'm ready to pass it To my successor Cannot keep the spirit anymore No more... The flesh is weary and sore
In the depths of taiga Wolves as true guards are silent Awaiting the time In the resonance with winds The kamlath' drumming Slides over the ice
He asking death: come and take me… My sacral knowledge Spotless of sins I'm ready to pass it To my successor Cannot keep the spirit anymore No more... His flesh is weary and sore
Pulsation of the blood The rhythm of the earth The tired wise The centuries are silent Into the endless dance To open the gate The centuries are silent The tired wise
Pulsation of the blood The rhythm of kamlath
He asking death: come and take me… My sacral knowledge Spotless of sins I'm ready to pass To my successor Cannot keep No more...