Dry blood covering all the forest
The soil won't be easy at all
Dry blood paints all the forest
No one knows where you came from

I saw your face in your hand
At least I know where I go
I saw your face in your hand
At least I know where I go

Disaster, land of men
Maybe you will listen now
Disaster, cries of men
I know that I'll never get home

I saw your face in your hand
At least I know where I go
I saw your face in your hand
At least I know where I go

I know, at least I know
I know, at least I know
I know, at least I know
I know, at least I know