We are the joy and strength of this world    As we ride over night-skies  Through spheres once unknown  The breeze of the north wind doth lead us home  Back to the land where my forefathers died  Back to the shores from which truth once derived  All that remains is a flash of red in the snow    We are an image of time and stone  Forlorn in darkness we roam alone    We are like roses in a garden of weed  We are as wolves that wander among sheep    Their false beliefs died under our horses' hoofs  Accepting their judgement - facing the truth    From a glorious crusade we proudly return  As soul-cleansing flames of redemption still burn  Watch them consume all life as it dies  As corpse-fire melts the so-long-frozen ice    All that remains is a flash of red in the snow  Wir sind ein Bild aus Stein und Zeit  Verloren steh'n wir still in Dunkelheit    We are like roses in a garden full of weed  We are as wolves that wander among sheep    All that remains is a flash of red in the snow...