ŞARKI SÖZÜ
A cold wind breathes
Ancient mighty castle
I stood here on this mountaintop
My tears mixed with sorrow
The black waters shine
Descending thoughts of grief
The eagle rules the land
Hear the cry of the valley
The angel's eyes
Dark end of the rainbow
The grail to the truth
Infinite dreams
My longing is endless
Landscape... majesty
My last trail it has begun
