Limbo was finally illuminated, a ray of light through the dark showed the way to this tremendous mountain surrounded in mist, so steep that only Gods could live there. A long trek then commenced, even though the cold and the rain, stinging his skin, were holding him up and slowing him down. He had no other choice but to soldier on chanting... or to slip off the edge of this hostile rock face and shatter his skull. "The way of the warrior is not to stumble, but to get up every time". Exhausted by the steep climb, what he discovered at the top was a treasure even brighter than all the diamonds he ever stole in his childhood: he was no longer alone!
As the mountains cross the sea Wind and sand make only one The guards of the cross take control And engrave your feelings in stone Engrave your feelings into the stone Here you can put down your crown Engrave your feelings in the stone And the father of kings won't be on his own
Reaching the top of these mountains, Lord of a clan you've never seen, Years have exhausted the poured sand Never shall return without having... become a man!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
