Fatherland Lyrics - Ancient Rites

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!