During many moons Adrift I walked Through thick mist And unknown paths In search of a new land For glory and peace Where my past, I cannot meet Welcomed in a foreign language By screams from the dark While flaming arrows From between the trees arose high A crack on my helmet I can feel the cold steel Blood from my face flows While myself I shield And calmly think, a new scar Fresh blood on the ground Fury fills my eyes When my sword is held still Unmerciful blade A sharp bearer of lives Fury fills my eyes Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |