Abandoned warriors without their lord Sticking swords in their bodies Blood mixed with snow Shining the last stars' glance
Drifted up into the sky Our finest thoughts and ideas Shrouded in snow Exiting one by one
When cold winds and freezing snowstorm Dancing in the wild rage Evaporating the last hope Laughing mixing with lamentation
Swords rammed in the ground Frozen with the long sleep Monuments of the ancient glory Enveloped in thousands of years old mists
It is too cold to utter the words Which could soothe the pain and give hope Whisper at least a course The one who will come to kiss your lips
The fire that never died down The fire that still burns Far away beind the misty horizon No one has power to go and bring it home...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
