At World's end
Winters are harder than anywhere else
The many-faced sea throws anger
At those who dare defy her
With their presence
Her metallic fires throw sparks
Green grey morbid brilliance
The elements in their feline wrath
Play with the mortals
Filling them with a desire
Of moving closer and closer
To the treacherous stare of the sea
Cruel games where the winner is rarely a man (rarely a man)
At the end of the path
On top of the cliffs
The abbey ruins tower above
The tormenting stare of the ocean
Age old resistance
Religious talisman
At the end of the world
He will leave the battlefield
Wounded and broken
After a wild fight
But will come back
Haunted by the magnetic chant
Of the unchained elements
At the end of the path
On top of the cliffs
The abbey ruins tower above
The tormenting stare of the ocean
Age old resistance
Religious talisman
At the end of the world
The abbey in silence won't surrender
Precious lighthouse in the nights of storm
At the End of the World
It stands again and always
For never the miracle to die, to die
For never the miracle to die
For never... To die
At the End of the World
In the nights of storm
The abbey defies
The stare of the ocean
At the End of the World
In the nights of storm
The abbey defies
The stare of the ocean