An old man sings a note to the stones of an ancient nook Prophesy vanity pleasurable greed all sing a song that will Dismember you whole Forget the truth that eyes do hold Oh moon let the tides be kind May the day turn to night May the wind give us flight An old man sings a note to the stones of an ancient nook Prophesy vanity pleasurable greed all sing a song that will Dismember you whole Forget the truth that eyes do hold Oh moon, oh wind, oh tides May your song guide us on this night Oh brother moon is kind it has blessed this flight Death brings such soft caress to creatures of night We must fly Oh brother moon is kind it has blessed this flight Left to rot in this baron waste As moon begins to sink to live another night We must fly Oh brother moon is kind we will take this night And as the winter storm approaches from the north We must look to the heavens to find our way back home And as the winter devours all of our lives We will sing under the rising moon in hope of another night Death brings such soft caress to creatures of night We must flyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
