Morning dew and beams of the sunrise This is life! I’m one with the landscape We’re on the hunt, just like our ancestors Seal the bond between man and beast alike Such silence, the moment is shattered by a helpless scream
Nothing but blood United through the ties of common faunal bloodlines Nothing but blood A line of heritage woven through the fabric of life
Out of breath, and now paralyzed by the stunning sight of a brown bear so fearsome Its cornered prey -- a scavenging pilgrim Pounding heart, adrenaline starts to course
Your moment, your window of opportunity to shine
Nothing but blood I step between the two and stare the creature down Nothing but blood My blade is shimmering as the bear begins to charge
Flowing, the wounds of myself and the bear flow You can’t tell whose blood belongs to who
The soil is steaming It’s drinking deep the blood A heaving, a straining The wall of bones and fur falls down
Nothing but blood My sword becomes a cane as I survey the carnage Nothing but blood The pilgrim has his life, but have I still the strength to lead?
Antioch -- I’m grievously wounded “Rest, lord! Your men will wait for you to recover”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
