She rides in On the devils back Riding on that back She brings the wind
Oh lord, that wind Blows right through you And through hope it blows And leaves nothing behind
Oh, I turned to the sun And it fled from the sky From the sky it fell To it's grave
Oh, three winters coming And no summers between No summers to warm These weary old bones
I’m watching the storm coming down
I see thunder and lightning Ripping up the sky Yet I beg for no mercy Just get me through the night
Oh, I faced the wolves Staring eye to eye In those cold cold eyes I see storms abound
Oh, the wolves they chase Both the sun and the moon Soon the sun and moon Will lay down and die
Oh, the oceans boil And spill across the lands Both the land and air Is foul with poison
Oh, the mountains shake And soon they'll crumble They'll crumble and fall And only dust remainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
