Can you see me in this ancient disguise Proudly winning battles? - I can't really trust myself - On this battleground the rising mist Is floating on the corpses and the broken spears I walk alone upon the grass Upon this nightmare toned in red It's hard to find a way Lost in this empty scene of fight Here in the mist my heart can't feel The pain in my soul Suddenly a light Shining from beyond Cleared up myself upon this world For all the fantasy that dwells on the earth Carved the stone and turned the mist Into a winter's snow