Sound of the strings can awaken the storm Strains of the flute calm the venomous wyrm Voice on the wind and the kantele's cry Brought fruit to the woods and the sun to the sky Oh summer why hast thou gone? Winter frost has caked my aging bones I have waited far too long to rise Roots and earth and moss have caked my eyes Fly for me eagle to the old man of thunder Carry my voice through the sky torn asunder Fly for me bee to the land of the dead To the mill of all pain where the lost sons have bled Hills rise at my whisper Mountains fall on my breath Waves rise up on armies Madrigals that bludgeon death Rise fire from the woodland Rise iron from the sea Rise music from the caverns Joyous let the people beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
