When the past means nothing The present's born in the coldest cradle Locked in the darkness of life Blind are the eyes looking for the shadows on the wall In memory of the old spirits There's a time when the eyes may be shuted for the ones that once was here feeled in our dark desires and be blessed by our cold hearts In memory of the old spirits
Above I see the old spirits Above I see the great lords of the twilight ages Above I see my Father Above I see my Mother I can see everyone who once was brave They call me to join them in the fields where the dreams will neve die...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
