All across the breadth of this land Sorrow is carried on the wind Over the windswept moors Upon the eagle's wings It grows out of the earth Where once the grass grew green It taints the crisp, cool water That flows in the lochs and the streams
Countless hearts that never will love The sound of ocean on sand Tongues that never will speak The fair speech of this land Blood drained from the soil And stained the ocean red Till little remained in this place But the restless souls of the dead
And only when more waves have broken Upon this ill-fated shore Than tears fell upon this cursed soil On that dreadful winter's night Only then will the wounds start to heal And new life be born once again Only then will the light of the sun Once more caress this bleak, barren moor Only then ...
They came down to the shore that day As dawn broke black over the land They watched the crimson tide wash in Next to the deadly rocks of Holm Home, upon this shore Home, forever more Home, where ghosts now roam the barren moors And the living crumble to ash
They came down to the shore that day As dawn broke black over the land They watched the crimson tide wash in Next to the deadly rocks of Holm Home, upon this shore Home, forever more Home, where ghosts now roam the barren moors And the living crumble to ashTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
