Far from Heaven... Close to Hell

We see a new horizon beyond our imagination

In another world we walk in the shade

The clamor of many deaths is spread in the wind

The time of the oath begins

Through stone and fire we march... to the death

Here lies the coldness and the impurity

In the hall of the evil king

Now we feel the cold touch of death

Make a promise to yourself

Heal me and hear my cry (hear my cry)

Make a promise to the soldiers of the night

If you still believe

Far from heaven... Close to hell

When the story ends

We can break the spell

We saw this dark horizon

We felt this chaos and pain

In this wicked world

We walked in the shadows

The clamor of many deaths

Is spread in the air

The sulfur smell of the dead

With power and courage

We march. We stand

The faith of our soldiers

To overcome the death

In the halt of the evil king

Now we feel the cold touch of death

Voices call the Alliance back to home

If the will to fight dies there's no hope