The woods beckoned with a familiar call Swamp, mountain, ocean, canyon, The four who are there Protect and relieve us from the terror of the falling moon over Termina As the goddess of time wait's for her song
Turning winter into spring he'll save the lives of all he sees But soon time will rewind and snowhead once again shall freeze
Three days to beat the odds and bring the moon back to the sky Four corners of the land hide giants confined By powers from the mask made by the ancient tribe Uncontrollable power that will bring Termina to its knees
Graves mark the place where heaven meets with hell below A long lost kingdom guarded by the dead Turn the tower on its head and shine a light unto the land Of desert air and evil spawn Four giants of land crush goddesses above
Impeach the goddesses
Three days to beat the odds and bring the moon back to the sky Four corners of the land hide giants confined By powers from the mask made by the ancient tribe Uncontrollable power that will bring Termina to its kneesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
