| Catch a train direct to death | |
| Glide where wheels and rails caress | |
| Hear the last taboos expressed | |
| In language looted and compressed | |
| Abandon this world for the next | |
| Cross the great plain of forgetfulness | |
| Trans Siberian Express | |
| Life on earth is short at best | |
| The cities are a game of chess | |
| Copper domes and statuettes | |
| Victories with marble breasts | |
| Leave your burden with the rest | |
| Watch the sleepers phosphoresce | |
| Trans Siberian Express | |
| Rich man leave your wealthiness | |
| Wanderer, your solemn dress | |
| Seafarer, the sea's caress | |
| Beowulf, your angriness | |
| Time to take a second guess | |
| Time to make a pact with death | |
| Trans Siberian Express | |
| The world is long, there is no consolation | |
| For those who join at the end of the line | |
| Through the train the four winds blow | |
| The arctic and the sirocco | |
| Stalactite and stalagmite | |
| Stalag camp and satellite | |
| Pass the captives on death row | |
| The gulag archipelago | |
| The skulls of reindeer in the snow | |
| The longboat drifts, the dead float slow | |
| Frightened wolves, nowhere to go | |
| Find winding cloths of sleet and snow | |
| The sleeping kings of long ago | |
| Deep beneath Ben Bulben grow | |
| Drifts are shifted by the plough | |
| Like waves that break against the prow | |
| How do you like your blue-eyed boy now | |
| Mr Death? | |
| Before the crocus cloaked the steppes | |
| Before the tadpoles and the nests | |
| Jack Frost screamed, his voice so hoarse | |
| The signalmen were blown off course | |
| They passed Attila on his horse | |
| Passed the Visigoths and Norse | |
| Villages with Viking forts | |
| And knew not where they were | |
| The world is long, there is no consolation | |
| For those who join at the end of the line | |
| The skeletons were at the feast | |
| Before the dreams of ancient Greece | |
| Before the shaman and the priest | |
| Jason and the Golden Fleece | |
| Before the Dead Sea Scrolls released | |
| Their meaning or the experts pieced together | |
| The epic of Gilgamesh | |
| Trans Siberian Express | |
| Don't cry for me I never cried for you | |
| Just left without the name | |
| Of the place I'm going to | |
| Left without so much as a whisper | |
| To remind you | |
| I'm travelling to forget you | |
| And to find you | |
| The world is long, there is no consolation | |
| For those who join at the end of the line |