I stood in the snowy pines’ view - It captured my eyes once again. The pathways bring always to you By whispers of wind in your hand. The farther we wander away, The longer your rivers will flow. We’ll meet when it’s over, someday - Under the clear skies of home. Heaven will wait While we walk our way, Through fire and stone We’ll reach our home. Endless ice you confined, Made your green eyes divine. Followed by bloody sand You shall find promised land. Heaven will wait While we walk our way, Through fire and stone We’ll reach our home.