CHORUS: Towards the end our story aims, on the skyline a pale sun sets Towards the end partition lasts, our time is flying like dust in the wind
The son of solys suffered from amnesia When he woke up he got cherished by a farmer's wife It took him a few weeks for full recovery But after he got back his strenght he set forth
Devotive he faced the search for her
CHORUS
After he arrived in the big town his memoris came back Native he is son of a lord The scales fell from his eyes His cries sounds in the skies He couldn't bear the loss Hopeless he burst in tears
The sunrays reached a lucent surface
CHORUSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
