No one here really quite knows The far-off origins of your roots Enough to hoist the colours Up high from whence they came You're towering high and tall As a broad-shouldered giant of small Though the ground may be as turbid from above As the sky seen from below
Blindfolded with tied hands Forever estranged to chiselled runes Burial mounds quietly cough Yet these visions linger
Oh, the Kingdom of Dania Let's talk of hearts in decay Nihilism and insomnia As we roam the land in dismay Through vales and hills of our land The Kingdom of Dania
A veil of mist on your fl at chest And even I seem to be dragged down Into the dank and dimly lit catacombs You look so pretty, my dear -encaged in gold Peeking through fi ngers of a stranger's hand It makes me truly sad
Oh, the Kingdom of Dania Let's talk of hearts in decay Relationships and insomnia As we roam the land in dismay Through vales and hills of our land The Kingdom of Dania
So awake from your deepened slumber And unfold a new dream Cause your past is really nothing But pale echoing voices and a deep-drawn sighTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
