I grew up as outcast in ancestral land
I was not scared of Satan and God.
I moved through the headwinds and I went ahead
To the free supernatural world.
But I've never been a slave of some illusion...
They are here to pray for the devils and saints,
It's hard living without a hosts.
There are many prisons, which they built themselves
For the faith in lie from royal thrones.
But I've never been a slave of some illusion...
But I've never been a slave of my illusion...
Here on the mount
Right by my side
There are three eagles flying around.
Its names are Quiet,
Spirit and Pride.
And the Good and Bad aren't to be found.
Stay on the mount
Right by my side
Where three white eagles fly round the hill.
Its names are Quiet,
Spirit and Pride.
And behind its just height,
The cold height in our sight,
There aren't Good and Ill.
I've been damned by people, they'd laugh in my face
And the crones cursed and spat on my back.
The crown of thorns I received from my friends,
They predicted the woe for my neck.
But I've never been a slave of some illusion...
Whenever my last hour comes, I won't change
And the cross for me will not complete.
I will have my freedom, I will be more strange
For the empty cold skies when we meet.
I will never be a slave of some illusions...
I will never be a slave of my illusions...
Here on the mount
Right by my side
There are three eagles flying around.
Its names are Quiet,
Spirit and Pride.
And the Good and Bad aren't to be found.
Stay on the mount
Right by my side
Where three white eagles fly round the hill.
Its names are Quiet,
Spirit and Pride.
And behind its just height,
The cold height in our sight,
There aren't Good and Ill.