Hear the story of a Kingdom's decay. Fighting constently people last all their faith. The Sun turned to black. "End is near" the king said. Against the evil one, his son'll lead a march to the west.
"We'll march 'till the end fighting for our land ! There is no way black home... Since our fate calls."
Dice have been thrown ! Sacrifice of a son... An evil spell's been sent to turn sane again.
A few days later a new sun is shining above ! The dark craft's honoured ! A king's tear for his son...
"So far from home, just sadness remains... Walking day after day, what purpose for this quest ? Tears won't fall, as long as I don't look back. I'll keep on marching envin if the sun warms my back ! Despite our death... Endlessly to the west... Despite our death... Endlessly... to the west..."
"We'll march 'till the end fighting for our land ! There is no way black home... Since our fate calls."
Dice have been thrown ! Sacrifice of a son...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
