Over the misty mountains
Down in the sea
I drown and then I rise renewed to see
The moon, the sun, the wind, the earth, the incarnation of me and you, the love, the soul, the scent and sound, the life and the light
And then I go along my road
To find the missing part
To comprehend, to find and fight
For what it is my heart
For something true, for solitude, for nature equilibrium I knee in the name of universal harmony
And soon appears there
He who brings despair
I come forth and stand
And fight for what I dare
To mow the evil down, take off its gown of fear and hopelessness, nobility express, unite our rage to disengage
And today the tongues of fire
Of war heave to the skies
Blood is spilt, and hate, and guilt
Over the field Deathe flies
The final war, the fate I bore to shield the world we all adore that could be no more of light. May it be a fight!
Warriors inspired by Celtic Dreams
© Copyright: Кристина Эмо, 2008
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