A storm of light once took me and graceful was it's thrust Across land and sea she carried us
A man can see only so far before what's near turns blurry But a man can yearn with fiery lust
Yet the pain of heart is eased by none But a man can love the burn of the flame
Where does the soul's journey transform Into a martyrdom? For my steed engulfed in flames and I'm saddled with trust That we won't ride too close - too close to the sun
He who rides immolated horses Bounds forth on plumes of lead He who rides immolated horses Trades his golden mane for hair of ash He who rides immolated horses Bounds forth on plumes of lead He who rides immolated horses Gives his light to live in constant dreadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
