I saw a star falling, strong like a torrent of fire over the sea, in a land beyond the forest. I listened the laments between the whistling winds, from a dying warrior, stamping with blood his oath. I felt the cold steel, from the Timesword, in the deepest of me, at the mounds of stone. I beheld the orphan sons, walking the fields of fallen ones; but our ancient lords shall raise for centuries left behind. I saw the ascension flames, on my stonecradle, where a blaze filled of light the blackest hill, and met my soul with the wind. I heard a deep voices and clash of swords. I felt dawn crossing me, I closed the gates ...and I fell in arms of dream.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
