Dreaming when the dawn''s Left handwas in the sky I heard a voice Within the tavern cry Awake the little ones And fill the cup As the well of life Will be drying up The bringers of hope Set their hearts upon Turning to ashes It prospers and anon Up from the soil Through the seventh gate I rose And on the throne I sate And many knots Unraveled on the way But not the one Of human death and fate From the depths of dark solitude Weeping turns into blasphemies The Flame of Serenity On the desert''s face Lightning an hour In its´ divine graceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
