A line that can't be broken Of the duty bound unspoken Wielding hammers to the sky For the greater good they die
The world is weary of the past Might it die or rest at last Yet the iron and flame of empires Thunder on the shore
Light a candle for the dead And the wounded hearts that bled Echo songs gods and men Raise a glass to seasons end
We bear the fate of our fathers Spectres of the dead hours So he crept from tomb to grave Traveller of endless day
Fragments of the seasons fell Across the oceans vast and cold So we rise and fall With the tides of the earthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
