I am the mist in the morning I am the moss in the ground You are the light that cuts through the stone
I am the worms in the dirt I am the branches reaching the sky You are the source, the orchestrator of life
In the dark rain the gray mountains sing A sad song of winter and the howling wind Visions of the past in the haunting dreams Under the dead sky, under the withered trees
The night falls upon the forest that weeps Father of shadows that forever sleeps
I saw the lakes that shimmer I heard the clanging of the wild rivers You are the voice that carries throughout the land
I felt the strength of my ancestors As I walk through the land of the dead You are the fire that burns forever
In the dark rain the gray mountains sing A sad song of winter and the howling wind Visions of the past in the haunting dreams Under the dead sky, under the withered trees
The night falls upon the forest that weeps Father of shadows that forever sleepsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
