A few steps ahead is the gate from where I came   I was brought here by angels   They saw me in sadness and pain   My wounds will never heal   Every time I walk in my garden of flowers   Trying to feel alive again, but I fail   Nothing more than a dead leaf I have become   Why am I so far away from home   The pale faces of my ten feet high statues   Are crying tears of blood   Their wings are broken and lies scattered in the snow   No more I regret my deeds      The gods created me this way   To hear the thunder before it strikes   To dream about things that will happen   To be the one you so much hate      We hear the voices from the past   Their anger spread among us   Some may hear it some may not   We who hear them are guardians of the truth once lost   Our path not yet revealed   But I know these lands are not meant for my feets to walk      I levitate above the flames from hell   The gods scream their anger towards me   I'm their scapegoat but still their equal   My sword will be their destiny   Their blood shall free my children   My dragon banner will rise   From every castle a hail will be heard      The gods created me this way   To hear the thunder before it strikes   To dream about things that will happen   To be the one you so much hate