Through the Darkness – we must wander To red horizons – the mountain yonder Calling us homeward, beckoning white from afar Our paths are perilous, our spirits ponder
Where there is hardship, there may be wonder When there is silence, we hear his thunder Our hearts a temple – guarding the innermost light The spear to split all – despair asunder
And in our souls we build an empire A sacred stronghold, cathedral’s spires A ship to speed us through this tellurian toil Towards the hearth of ancestral fires
Our king will come from his throne on Masis The sacred hero of thousand faces Our fallen forebears – ascend from their coffinless graves And soothe their longing in the innermost light Ancestral communion in dimensions of light No more woe in the palace of lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
