I had a dream again where I was someone else Fell asleep to the sound of midnight bells
Walking the centuries again, I'm walking far To a world where I'm on the trail My bow and arrow swearing By the name of the Khan
A rolling thunder under endless sky The Golden Horde ride Birds of a feather prey together, alike Folk of the pelt and hide
It goes down nearly every single night In dreams I traverse time and space to this place
I wonder why the dream is every time the same A noble horseman, nomad rider Hooves and irons swearing By the name of the Khan
A rolling thunder under endless sky The Golden Horde ride Birds of a feather prey together, alike Folk of the pelt and hide Plains like an open sea, And there afar a guiding star Trusted leather shielding us, we ride The homeland far and wide
And somewhere Beyond the great veil of time A weary rider comes to rest by a creek By his fire lies under a hide And dreams of being meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
