The hour of my death is drawing near Romania my mother calls me home I will return my bones to your land For all eternity we are one
Behold! Fog shrouded forests of Wallachia Ancient beauty, so cold and pure Carpathia, majestic mountains-towering pride! Forever at your feet shall I remain
All your cries are answered Forgotten son has returned To spill my blood on your soil As my fathers before me have done
Night is falling, moonlight fades As I near my final sleep I hear the ancient song...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
