Everything ready to go to beyond
The seventh key of the gate of the seventh son
The cure of plague is need to find
Fot this will end with my cry
The road is long I am not fear
I cannot wait and die here
Short cold can keep me freeze
The wind is no longer than breeze
Crossing hills in search of piece
My soul seeks relief
Storms, ocean, bridges I will find my way
But a bold heart will always win to say
I went to war for piece to me
You’ll always have something to see
My crime was a long time to wait
The cure cannot get late
Short cold can keep me freeze
The wind is no longer than breeze
Crossing hills in search of piece
My soul seeks relief
