The howling wind upon the moonlit chasms Is my companion, The sentinel of whispering dark
Almighty Chors, Father of my dying kind, Don't let them see Thy silver face in my eyes!
Don't let them hear the tales of oaks and pines, To see her dance, Her naked grace beneath the stars - The Mistress of Gods!
So many nights I swore to serve my Land, To keep Her secrets And die for Her forever young. She is my Throne, My Goddess and my Bride, Wooden Heritage!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
