Riders at night, smoke in their sights, shows them the way A gathering mass, rites from the past, bring forth the riff-age Unlocking myths, fortuitous gifts, yield from their suffrage Open the door, like many before, what will you find?
Riding at night, green torches light, unveils the passage A journey complete, a pilgrims retreat, under the mountain A sight to behold, of secrets untold, the riffs shall abound Unearthing of sounds, from undergroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
