Strengthened by constant and everlasting struggle As the abrasion of age wears off the youthful shine Shackled into a dying flesh, yet bound to grueling prowess Merely postponing the inescapable decay
The bramble obstructs the paths trodden And trail ahead is winding upright An inner flame that flickers not While the wind is raging around
Tormented with a consciousness of the volatile mind An inner voice with a jeering tone and sardonic words Never ceases to mock, to scoff and to blaspheme The transient serenity of wits and nous
The bramble shuts the paths ahead And the trails behind crumble An inner flame that madly flickers Even when there is no wind
And the slaves shall serve with pride
From ordeals surpassed unto awaiting miseries Again to greet the dawn of yet another new day Fearfully yet stale prepared for the unpredictable Prudence at the feet of a befalling failure
The bramble obstructs the paths trodden And the trail ahead is winding upright An inner flame that flickers not While the wind is raging around The bramble shuts the paths ahead And the trails behind crumble An inner flame that madly flickers Even when there is no windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
