May yours tears never fall and dominate your heart
To long the fields
The seventh minstrel speaks the written epic poetry
In old writings of bards´story
Angels are flying and blessing this land
Blood of the heroes inspire our souls
Warriors of kingdom are marching with faith
Hope and freedom are inside their hearts
In the spring of waters a face is seen mysterious
Still riding for the valley of the shades, you´re taken by beyond
Your voice calls me with force and suffering, like flowers lamenting the end of the spring
In my spirit I listen to somebody say... you will find your force with wisdom and confidence with the talisman in front of where the Gods´eyes open…
You are for me as foundation for the old man of old rocky mountains, my brave courage left me just waiting for answers.
In this secret land, all men become brave and glorious
Just looking for these hills and lakes I am feeling much strong
Through the air I fly and feel the great power of ground, souls of brave warriors and kings, they are flying all around
Oh glorious strenght... my fear dominates me
