I feel I've lost my way The world no longer glows the way it did in times of old Frayed and worn bare Alive but losing life, where is the landscape of my youth? The time is calling now A season to salvage all you fought and struggled for We rise up to the land The land rises up in turn before us, beckoning to come
Time for prayer has come Beg thy work not to be done
Over the snows of Yamato
(The tincture of your memory Fleeting immortality Silver opportunity)
The message that fell from the skies The welcoming darkness
Upon the ancient heath of Yamato A thousand thousand snows have fallen once and disappeared Silent cloak, cold eyes for wisdom Old garb to gather round me yet again Furtive pilgrims' traipse Totems of wood and stone marching up the mountainside A little to endure, so much left to bear Mewling beasts in the distance, a fire close at handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
