Don't cry my bealdam Your lost son must go I take your song with me Your tears and your woe So I'm drawn to the world That's neither strange nor home And crave for tomorrow And the paths that I'll Roam I wander where stars fell And sleep where they die I dream where the norns sings And where wise cranes fly In depths of the oceans My cursed name I hide That no one may find it And no woe betide I see my grandam That worried tears shed Feel her withered hands That laid on my head I still hear her old voice And the ol'russian song That she sung to my heart And i carried along I harken to far cries The tongue of despair The language of sinners All humans shall err! I howl with the archwolves In silvery night The aegis of the north star Sets our fate alight Ah, linger on now Oh' thou art so fair Shalt purify my soul In northern lights glare Nero once burned down What had to rebuild And buried in madness The ruins of guilt We might burn Our life path And leave all behind But what makes us sinners Will stay in our mind The essence of life Means "if", as we know This wisdom may decide If we rule or bow below I'll tear off the cain's mark And drink from a sylph At war with the world nor At war with myself