With the world held in his thrall With wings of golden strands The bleak moon at his back Through the tussled grass he climbs The sun at its arise Illuminating mountains
Why can't we see through this mist? Your youth is gone you see, we're in the thickening dusk But it seems to be fading This dusk is symbolic to ancient times
Broken through the windswept current A thought of hope creeps in A realm of a distant shrine Braced by the thought of life Let the quest repeat itself
Why can't we see through this mist? Your youth is gone you see, we're in the thickening dusk But it seems to be fading This dusk is symbolic to ancient timesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
