Born unto a place Carried there from a point in space Behind a distant sun Shrieking winds and shifting sands they hide
Twist the golden strands And in the chalice formed this creature man Unto his daughters born The giant's roam and their eyes they shine
The years they fled But the tail survived the skin they shed Line of blood alive The words are few and you know they thriveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
