The Great Divide

The drums of war echo afar
dancing above me the moon and the sun
The breath of life lies without air
Just like a pyre that burns through the clouds

I march in regions oh so bare
And my voice screams in silence
Feeling a tense, alerted peace
While fate just takes away my life

Oh, The gates of old are hovering right above the storm
and they become a river that overflows with memories

I'm stepping here upon green fields
While I am drawn into eternity
I'll be no more, yet I will abide
Inside this light so glorious

Oh, The gates of old are hovering right above the storm
and they become a river that overflows with memories

I'm stepping here upon green fields
While I am drawn into eternity
I'll be no more, yet I will abide
Inside this light so glorious

I'm stepping here (upon green fields)
While I am drawn (into eternity)
I will abide (yet I'll abide)
Inside the Halls of Valhalla