Vortex Of Times 歌词

Is the heavens' height high? Is the rivers' depth deep? Do not think of lot, soothsayer If the time picked up its speed Night will be changed into day And again the Sun Will make its trip in the sky I will praise you, God of forged fire Without cursing my own destiny No more former days and previous roads Can't return to the past without step over it To extol all the past is just vicious habit That subsists in the epitaph's words I feel your power, Barrows of ancient land This power keeps me Stand on my feet I am calling you, Spirits of barrows, To became a grain In the vortex of times