In fight there reveals a power... blood... sickly dies... withering away falls off... with sword in hand Power is a principle... it goes on... weakness is a sign... of decay
Suddenly I fly above that stream, Somebody's holding my hand & my heart, With shame I throw away my sword, Tears flow from my heart...
With pain I return... back to stream... but I don't know why
Perhaps to tell about the place beyond the stream, Perhaps to know how to take by the hand & heart as I was taken, Perhaps to cleanse and elate the power reigning in the stream...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.