воскресенье, 20 февраля 2011
Sand
They've risen up out of sands deep in the wasteland.
White sun, yellow waves of desert ocean. Their black cloths.
No roads, their steps enwrought with silence of silent wasteland.
Desert wind plays with their hairs and cloths.
They are looking for hearts overflowed by sadness, hatred and despair.
They are looking for those, who betrayed their dreams.
They are walking to cities, full of sin, full of waste, full of despair.
They are dew, wingless angels, keepers of dreams.
Ahhh.
Wind and
Sand in the
Sky.
Ahhh.
Wind and
Sand in the
Sky.
Walking under the rain, walking under the sun.
[Darkness and light...]
Walking under the clouds, walking under the stars.
[Darkness inside...]
Our hope, our wishes and our dreams.
[What do you see?]
Our fear, our hatred and our tears.
[solo]
Sacred creatures, born in the sands of desert of time.
Sacred creatures, what do you want from me? Did I call you?
Sacred creatures, help me to die, I am too tired.
Sacred creatures... What are you doing?
Ahhh.
Wind and
Sand in the
Sky.
Ahhh.
Wind and
Sand in the
Sky.
Ahhh.
Wind and
Sand in the
Sky.
Ahhh.
Wind and
Sand in the
Sky.
Don't forget, they from sand.
[All of us will become...]
When we lost our hope.
[All of us will become...]
When we tread on the dreams.
[All of us will become...]
Sand and dust in this desert.
Don't forget, they from sand.
[All of us will become...]
When we lost our hope.
[All of us will become...]
When we tread on the dreams.
[All of us will become...]
Sand and dust in this desert.
@темы:
Music,
Skuld,
Lyrics