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?