I descended deep into the valley of pain, almost to the bottom.
Into the fleshly cave of a sunless world.
Here the deformed dance with the senile.
The sick and dishonored should die forever.
I was in Terra Nola, where tears turn to stone...
...and temples are built out of blood.
I felt cold, not just skin tanned.
In a colorless world.
A thousand years I drank from the fountain of misfortune.
That nourished the stone in my breast.
A thousand years restless through eternity.< br/>Until longing disappeared completely.
I was in Terra Nola, where tears turn to stone...
...and temples are built out of blood.
I felt cold , which not only tanned skin.
In a colorless world.
Although long tired of pleading.
I wake up with a seed in my hand...
... and an angel gave me a dream.
For the seed grows into a tree.
I planted it in the hearth of darkness...
...and the pale glow of hope returned to me back.
It would still take a thousand years.
Until he carried me through the dark spheres.
Up to the light back into life.
Up to the light in life back.
I was in Terra Nola, where tears turn to stone...
...and temples are built out of blood.
I felt cold, not just that Skin tanned.
In a colorless world.