Open your eyes, touch the dream You’re never afraid Your name on the grave Sick body is buried Measure of religion - Funeral Rite, No man knows the place Where you were lost that night I feel fear in opinion of the crowd From shape of dark travellers Jumping aside into corners and secluded places, Trying not to see the true And close eyes with hands to recollect a pray Open the Gates, Open The Gates, Open the Gates, Open the Gates! World of sadness, you left it As struck by lightning, Anger of gods, Resurrection is lost. The Art of war, frosty fear, Another war. Today and now World is forever lost