In their feeble sight Proclaim of evermore Sheding tears Through the fearful throng My lost prosperity Do I unfold?
Your rivers shall flow no more And breathe eternal sighs I pierce not my veil of fiend For us! And cruelty shall come
The have much strength Yet they are not strong
If the braves left With honour and might Through countless wars Their spirit shall revive
How the stars dominate all nights The passions feeds our hopes
The fading skies suffer at their gleam And the imploring seas perish at their sight In the name of the admired idols Unleashed the archaic challengeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
