You know me through stories of natives You feel me like the cold of the river You hear me a howl in the wind You seek me in vain I wouldn't be found I can't be found
A spirit I glide through the forest A being appearing to those who need A brother my kingship runs deep A myth to those who doubt I'm real I can't be real
Chase the wind and look for me Sense the earth and what could be What could be
My story no end No beginning My presence a warning for all to heed You've lost all connection to me Dark days are among us change your ways Or all shall pay
Cave walls till the tale of my clan Pigments inscribed by early man Etching foretold what will be The cleansing, the warning, none can see When will you see
Chase the wind and look for me Sense the earth and what could be What could beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
