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11. RM - Lost!
Thrawsunblat - Tomorrow's Thundering
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Burn brighter than the sun!
Through you the day is won
From wood to the stream
From shore to the mount
A snarling pack at my heels
Hounded I have become
By the gnashing, thrashing
Wolves of victory herself
My thunder is their quest
But it is mine! In my chest!
It is mine to behold!
And it is mine to hurl!
Into the great depths of the unknown
Into the hands that heave this stone
It is mine, and I shall release it
In my own time.
Through the dawn, blasting on
Even the winds cannot best you
Shale weight, heavy gait
Heave it across the water!
Burn brighter than the sun!
Through you the day is won!
As we leave behind must and mould
So too are forgotten flesh and bone
The lightning we so dearly hold
Is but fodder in the clutches of wolves
What is lost still sits and sits deep
Where lay our midwinter dreams
Where lay our warm April rains
There you will find what's forgotten
When pulse recovers,
I breathe deep in weathered wood
I stand and brace in flowing winter falls
And the weather systems build again
For tomorrow's thundering
Through you the day is won
From wood to the stream
From shore to the mount
A snarling pack at my heels
Hounded I have become
By the gnashing, thrashing
Wolves of victory herself
My thunder is their quest
But it is mine! In my chest!
It is mine to behold!
And it is mine to hurl!
Into the great depths of the unknown
Into the hands that heave this stone
It is mine, and I shall release it
In my own time.
Through the dawn, blasting on
Even the winds cannot best you
Shale weight, heavy gait
Heave it across the water!
Burn brighter than the sun!
Through you the day is won!
As we leave behind must and mould
So too are forgotten flesh and bone
The lightning we so dearly hold
Is but fodder in the clutches of wolves
What is lost still sits and sits deep
Where lay our midwinter dreams
Where lay our warm April rains
There you will find what's forgotten
When pulse recovers,
I breathe deep in weathered wood
I stand and brace in flowing winter falls
And the weather systems build again
For tomorrow's thundering
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2022 Edytuj metrykę |
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| Płyty: |
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