At World's end Winters are harder than anywhere else The many-faced sea throws anger At those who dare defy her With their presence Her metallic fires throw sparks Green grey morbid brilliance The elements in their feline wrath Play with the mortals Filling them with a desire Of moving closer and closer To the treacherous stare of the sea Cruel games where the winner is rarely a man (rarely a man) At the end of the path On top of the cliffs The abbey ruins tower above The tormenting stare of the ocean Age old resistance Religious talisman At the end of the world He will leave the battlefield Wounded and broken After a wild fight But will come back Haunted by the magnetic chant Of the unchained elements At the end of the path On top of the cliffs The abbey ruins tower above The tormenting stare of the ocean Age old resistance Religious talisman At the end of the world The abbey in silence won't surrender Precious lighthouse in the nights of storm At the End of the World It stands again and always For never the miracle to die, to die For never the miracle to die For never... To die At the End of the World In the nights of storm The abbey defies The stare of the ocean At the End of the World In the nights of storm The abbey defies The stare of the ocean