Standing in line on the limestone shore As the first sparks are thrown upon the hay Like lonely stars shooting through the night Onto our wooden homes where we reside Where we reside
When the sun sets on the second day None will be left to lead the way The deeds of times that has gone by Will be carried by the wind
Fading stars in shape of an arrow To the heart of the night
Hanging by the frayed strands The night dwells in its burrows Condemned by the holy hands Our blood in the furrows
May our torn bonds be stronger When we gather after the fire Summon the blood where you stand Harvest the new where you sowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
