Cry of hope, angels cry This was omen, our sign, prediction Distant gate, gothic grave Through ages our clan still remain
In this proud land I grew up strong, My tears are flowing all around The wind is twisting my sorrow I still believe in truth and hate
All through my life I have carried our ring, The omen All this was the fragment from my life
In this proud land I was born alone I was taught to fight, taught to win They told me the way of steel and secret I am the unburied child, Child without a name, Without fate, I fight for peace and love, I am rebornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
