Land you can find

There were white ravens fly
is not lonely deserted land,
not sad that make you cry
just no one there have light...

There were black ravens fly
there healing shining stars,
but cannot there rise all of us
just that who never lie...

There where no one can fly
is not dark not bright.
There where you can die
when you fight with might.

Throughout the snowy lake,
under ground there Reigns air
is no chance to move with legs
or hands without fear...

But still is way how go through
to come into forgiven lands.
Still where wind burns strong
and cold storm never ends...