A Way Home - Колизей

You are gazing at the stars — high above there is a path

Leading over sleeping hills to the blood red battlefields,

All the prayers for the knight, all the tears for your child

Never make your son return, deep inside you know — he’s gone.

Soon I’ll be fallen from grace,

But my home lies beyond the misty waves,

Way of Hera, carry my farewell

To my homeland!

Deeds of bold will never die, distant stars in stormy sky,

Shine forever and a day, take my last words far away.

Though I long to break these chains and live life once again,

War ends, my hour strikes, only glory never dies.

One more time the sun will rise, dawn will close somebody’s eyes,

If the crystal stars could wait, if they only wouldn’t fade…

If the doom could stay asleep, if the death relaxed his grip,

I could see my native land, where the winds so freely chant.

Soon I’ll be fallen from grace,

But my home lies beyond the misty waves,

Way of Hera, carry my farewell

To my homeland.

Execution’s drawing near,

Hope’s lost forevermore,

But we greet the day and sing.

This majestic joyful hymn

Burns the hearts of our foes.

Where fear’s chased, there stays a pride,

I follow the starlight.

And no matter if heads roll,

Realms of heaven call the souls.

(Star roads call the souls)