Distant mother of ancient birth A grander fate did you deserve Fought with fire and brimstone cold Your tale has never before been told
You raised your sons with a hand of steel With heathen pride your daughters three In times of woe when all men were of stone Your heart shone pure with a glimmer of gold
Dark Mother, let your banners fly High and Mighty, your soul shall never die...
When years have passed and we're buried and gone Our kin march forth to a brave new dawn Your wisdom guides through thick and through thin Your wordless voice in the sigh of the wind
Oh... oh... oh... oh...
Dark Mother, spread your wings up high High and Mighty, soar eternal skies...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
