From the arising of the golden sun To the gloomy shadow of the moon The wind has still whispering While I'm standing here all by myself I'm waiting for a sign that could lead me Away to the land of the divine But when weariness started to affect, The eclipse of the sun came to earth And I feel the rage, the endless wrath Of the one I served before My love for a mortal being Here it is of temptation born I left the God to which I've sworn Unto a weak life we are born The orphaned land