When the wind blows behind the hills. In the mist you´ll hear Quakes in the horizon and fear in the air. Guardians of the lost temple with burnt swords spread suffering to their foes. Follow the wind, fight with pride. you´re the chosen warrior, nothing would defeat you, nothing. Wizards cast their spells as the dust waits for the dawn, through unknown land, among bloody ways never sailed. Don´t be taken by weekness, go by the light of your sword. Darken your ways and search eternal might When the sun gets down behind the hills, a new day will Appear with eternal might for your fellows.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
