With the mildness of dandelion spores Dust clouds float gently, embracing the absence of patterns Finding dizzy sleep on this ground Covering the golden booze, oozing from a merry pile of jars
Slowly my eyes adjust to the clarity outside Piercing the brain like relentless mining picks
Stubborn ember's light flickers and shut Ashamed when obfuscated by the rising sun Only for a brief moment, It won't be long until they're lit again
Festivities are still roaring, a homage to glorious days After witnessing years of victories, fierce and brutal expansion What's next to come?
Now we can only rest, rest and eat And drink, and smoke, and stumble, and roll But even with these endless celebrations, the horizon is a line of monotony Surprisingly bitter gift for the accomplished success... At least, for a warrior
We swirl, and dance like sottish creatures, Expelling energy from every pore
We let morning invite us to sleep, something that night has evaded for many weeks...
Our dreams filled with vivid images, The heat of battle... Sweat dripping inside the armor
Slowly my eyes adjust to the clarity outside Piercing the brain like relentless mining picks
Stubborn ember's light flickers and shut Ashamed when obfuscated by the midday sun
Slowly my eyes adjust to the clarity outside... NO!!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
