Gentle fire with flares so mighty Shines upon figures on starlit night They listened to old man who spoke so loud He told them a story about an ancient town
Every stone that you see Belongs to the sacred land Even now you can hear the whispers that she sent She told you the stories of cryptic ancient tribes Which had ruled here so long ago but disappeared in time
They had power of true beasts and wisdom of old trees They heard the voices in the wind that came from distant realms They were the Keepers of one race which had such mighty roots Now you can see the lonely shadows that wander in the woods
Equality and Unity it is gift but not for all The Black sheep of the family can break these sacred rules The Former world became so far when a lie takes place to be Native walls become a prison cell on the way to eternal freedom
One time for all of us ,One evil in a man Desire for be the best can bring to a dead end One word with bad thoughts and rage replaces blood When fear and power gets a face of god
The words of the old man became so obscure Curtain of the midnight started falling slowly The Strangers wanted to hear how the story ends But only saw a shadow that hid and disappeared in the woodsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
