As the dark sun rises No spirits are left to dwell No men are left to weep This path is my own When my screams pierce the sound of a dead sky (and shores afar) Honor can't be taken from me, my finals days have yet to come In this blackened wasteland, no trees sing to me Only crimson stars are left to light my path Treading on this hallowed ground, with sorrow bearing down A certain end is near but still I carry on Standing before the horizon Beneath a burning sky Where my heart guides me north To the edge of the world Forests torn asunder, Fjords drowned in grief I wander the scorched plains of this land To the breaches of the unknown Forever bound to death In the land where nothing lives Standing before the horizon Over valleys of snow Where the whispers of wind Carve my fate in stone