There it stands forgotten and alone. In a meadow a monolit of stone. Chiseled in its sides are the wisdoms of old. In runes made to last, tales to be told.
A message for the future, written by our fathers A message from the past, carved in stone to last. Sent through the ages with rune covered pages For the reader it unveils its mysterious tales
It was sent long ago, yes so long ago. Enduring through time sun and the cold to deliver its message, like a letter from the past.
Oh I can still feel its power Even now in my final hour As my fingers trace the lines of these ancient signs I remember how it feels how the mystery reveals
A message for the future, written by our fathers A message from the past, carved in stone to last. Sent through the ages with rune covered pages For the reader it unveils its mysterious tales
It was sent long ago, yes so long ago. Enduring through time sun and the cold to deliver its message, like a letter from the past.
Its calling, the stone is calling I cannot resist, I cannot withstand. I have to reach out, I have to reach out and touch.
The power of the runes embrace me my soul is set aflame I will never be the same This is the price I have to pay for gaining the knowledge From this letter from the pastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
