Many winters winds have whipped me Unseen runes of those who drew me Rested in the bark of copper Left behind by a long lost writer
Concealed in a plume of birches Waiting for the ones who find me Ancient magic communication Bound by the arrows of god
Wisdom from the past within me I can be your guide or master Am I spell or am I promise? Will you heed my words?
Many summers suns have blessed me Unread truths of those who drew me Scrawled into the riven driftwood Locked inside a secret language
Exhumed into an older future Waiting in the earth above me Occult forms of conversation Sealed by the sign of god
Hidden in a woodland coastline I can be your spell or sermon Am I oath or am I omen? Will you know my name?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
