A call in spirit cutting through eternities Voiceless, not of this world And yet it burns within
The brightest light falls upon the tracks To unveil a truth undying That is sown within the cunning
The spirit light that guides my way Upon the tribes of man it casts is shadows Its flaming blood runs in my veins
The road lies crooked, coiling as the holy serpent Fateless, yet in this world And thus accused in fear
The darkest shades cannot hide its grace For its source remains undying Cultivated by the cunning
The spirit light that guides my way Upon the tribes of man it casts is shadows Its flaming blood runs in my veins
A call of spirit echoing within the cunning Faceless yet to this world, and will so ever be
The strongest force warded in its wake By the few who knows its fires Seeking union with their sires
The spirit light that guides my way Upon the tribes of man it casts is shadows Its flaming blood runs in my veinsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
