Turn your face to the sky Feel the rain wash your fears away One last breath of cold air Soon our darkness will fall...
We gathered our clans in the dead of the night Rode for a fortnight and one We set up the camp and prepared for our lives We sharpened our battleworn blades
As enemies came The moon shone in purple and red The clashing of swords Our roars swiftly silenced by steel
Blood turns cold, our dreams they run free Death is life, our kinsmen awaits In the hall of clans
The lives that were lost lit the heavens like stars Bodies lay silent and still The battle was sealed with a river of blood The blackbird's lament from afar
The moon disappeared And clouds brought a rainfall then cold A moment of fear Then faces of lost kings appeared
Blood turns cold, our dreams they run free Death is life, our kinsmen awaits In the hall of clans
Turn your face to the sky Soon your darkness will fallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
