Vast forests with evergreen trees
foggy hills the eye can see
the wind sweeps through a valley
that lies by the deep blue sea
A village from another time
awakens with the misty dawn
this is my home, my mind shows me
the home that I will never see
Small houses, carved in dragon-heads and runes
the smell of tar and burning wood
Men and women breathe their soul to their craft
some dancing to the lyre’s tunes
A young man wraps his arms round me
one dancing flame we came to be
the only vows I choose to know
this is the place I call my own
Oh, the vision tortures me
I will never never really see
I will never smell it’s smell
nor touch the face of my loved one
My village by the deep-blue sea
today an ugly factory
why has it become my fate
that I am here 1000 years too late?