As he walked the barren fields And salted the earth The rain was an echo And all the seasons pale and sullen
In tears of sorrow and longing The wanderer falls Alone adrift in damming silence His blood is drawn
He left us an opus For a thousand aeons to come In Runes of salted writing In Tears and blood
Ride on, Spirit of Joy Although the land is dying And all the voices singing of hope are gone
Fly on, Spirit of Joy And shine the daylight upon The heart of the new-born one
Your Echoes Shall always Resound through our halls Your ghost in reverence Embrace to haunt me
And his name shall never be known All his reasons forgotten And gone Like the wind that drowned his screams The salted earth alone It wept and drew his form Preserving his Essence A Stark reminder to all
Ride on, Spirit of Joy Although the land is dying And all the voices singing of hope are gone
Fly on, Spirit of Joy And shine the daylight upon The heart of the new-born one
Ride on, Spirit of Joy Although the land is dying And all the voices singing of hope are gone
Fly on, Spirit of Joy And shine the daylight upon The heart of the new-born oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
