Drifting, in the bleak light of the sun Towards places unseen In the morning mists... and through their veil I can barely sense, what hides beyond But still I do wander in this cold ...Never to reach... to feel... All the life is gone here... on these fields Once so green... on the fields By the forests... both endless And lifeless The sun touches the treetops It'll never set... thought it'll never rise higher... ...To give life again on these lands I can see this world growing old (I can see the world)... coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
