A snowy day, I ride A light shines on the snow The wizard on my right, He shows (to) me a stone There’s a sword on that place Then I hold it
I feel something new Into the flood of my veins The power flows on my back and I see those creatures Of the woods
The sword hurts the world To the heart of evil It has its own will, will be the shield Of the border, of the hills
I don’t know if it’s nerve Or it’s magic I’m not myself anymore But for once True power defended innocence
The yellows eyes of enemies Will not see inside our souls They’ll hurt themselves With their own hands Peace will not an utopia
The sword hurts the world To the heart of evil It has its own will, will be the shield Of the border, of the hillsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.