ANCIENT RITES - FATHERLAND lyrics

rate me

When the restless North Sea is

trying to gain more land

And a merciless west wind

steals my breath

When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches

Plain as an endless desert

Or uttermost vile storms are

Teaching my people humbleness

Then one can see my land resist

There one can see my land fight

As gloomy grey skies

Cast away the northern sun

I turn home.... Always turn home

I turn home.... Always turn home

And our cities and villages

Representing centuries and centuries

Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall

Or the rivers turn into Gold

I turn home.... Always turn home

I turn home.... Always turn home

Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!

Fatherland! Keep on turning to my Fatherland!

Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!

Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!

Our cities seem to drown

Due to eternal rainfall

I watch the rivers

Turn into Gold

Under a genial sun

When snow capped forests

Create visions larger than life

Then I realise where I belong

My eyes have seen the continents

The beauty of foreign civilisations

An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander

Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering

The splendour being mine (make me turn home)

Where castles and towers are the sole mountains

And father time seems to have less grip

Where castles and towers are the sole mountains

There my land can be found

I turn home.... Always turn home

I turn home.... Always turn home

Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!

Fatherland! Keep on coming to my Fatherland!

Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!

Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!