San Sabado approaches, swinging his staff The fog and haze come tailing to aft The people flee because they do not know Open your eyes to see what’s bestowed
The gloom is not his own, shrouds colors so pure Crimson commands, controls, imprisons azure Verdant fields claimed by Valcarian scythes Sweet fronds die along with nature’s true rights
San Sabado approaches, swinging his staff The clouds and bliss come tailing to aft The people weep because they can now see Open your eyes and set yourself free
San Sabado save us San Sabado save our lives San Sabado save me San Sabado save my life San Sabado take me San Sabado take me awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
