...And my soul
Like a bird,
Flies in clouds
With "Ravens black".....
Gold is calling me to war, never true forevermore,
Flame of desert raising
Hell to me...
Sky has didn't hear my voice, when in combat had no choice,
If soul soaring, may she's ask
A some forget...
When my soul
Like a bird,
Flies in clouds
With "Ravens black".....
"Stinger" draws me darker hood, "Raven" loses altitude,
Closer rocks down there,
On sandy ground...
So it should probably be - to die for the live agree...
But memories are never
Make me free...
But my soul
Like a bird,
Flies in clouds
With "Ravens black".....
Now that's story lost in past... Only remembers the last,
Who's became sir only
For himself...
So life has come to an end, and to everyone's lost friend
With the black bird
I'll fly...
And my soul
Like a bird,
Flies in clouds
With "Ravens black".....
Gold is calling me to war, never true forevermore,
Flame of desert raising
Hell to me........
14.12.2004