| I fought a thousand battles, I have heard a million calls
|
| By the leaders I have followed without tribute or rewards
|
| A lonely shilpit soldier, lost my friends and all I’ve got
|
| And my gaze at the horizon shows me sorrow, tears and mud
|
| In the darkness I am lost and all alone
|
| Will I find the unholy path to take me home
|
| I am howling with the wind
|
| And I am flying across the lightning
|
| Friends, I’m coming home again
|
| I keep on rising across the lightning
|
| A winter storm is brewing, fills the fields of war with snow
|
| I see those bygone shadows from the ones I used to know
|
| Where will my journey take me, it begins with crucial pain
|
| Will my crimes be all forgotten, washed away by bloody rain
|
| In the darkness I am lost and all alone
|
| Will I find the unholy path to take me home
|
| I am howling with the wind
|
| And I am flying across the lightning
|
| Friends, I’m coming home again
|
| I keep on rising across the lightning
|
| I’m flying high above the land
|
| All I can see is cursed and damned
|
| Nowhere to go, where is my hope to carry on?
|
| I am howling with the wind
|
| And I am flying across the lightning
|
| Friends, I’m coming home again
|
| I keep on rising across the lightning |