Sixty winters and six long past Carved my path into the stones Weathered lines familiar to my touch I know them deep within my bones I have stood here so many times before Tracing lines with aging hands All that’s left is the desire for reclamation Or the ability to forget
Once more for the days long past Heads bowed for the ones we’ve lost
I remember the breath of desolation Sighing through the battlefields With age came the heavy price of slaughter I traded innocence for steel Celtic steel
Seen in fragments, memories of the days When all was simple, all was clear When I was young the world was filled with wonder No sorrow known, no hate or fear So as I lay my hand upon the stone I think of all of those I’ve lost The lives I’ve stolen, the lives forever gone The cost of battles lost or won
We will never reclaim Those gilded days of old But our fates are our own to weave No destiny No distant god
Once more for the days long past Heads bowed for the ones we’ve lost
I have reached the end Only my deeds live onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
