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