Born under the sun, cradle of stories weird poems and tales narrated at night. Merchants of a storm, velvet, gold and bonev silk, salt, spice, ivory and pearls.
Laments of despair vanished in the the air hopes and illusions lost and shattered on the ground
Raw reality, grave of errant pilgrims dusk of holy vowes, harvest of disgrace. Dry river of stone where tears fall and die diamonds in the rock, buried in the sand
Chorus There, on the the dunes, golden breasts of Mother Earth where the sun and the moon weave the tunes. Silver guards light the path hidden by the wind, in a land without scepter where exhale is a reward...
(Solos)
Rised is the humble staff towards a distant sky. Gods despise the request, a drop on this sea of sand
Laments of despair vanished in the the air hopes and illusions lost and shattered on the ground
ChorusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
