Tytan - Sad Man

Stone river flows gently through the ground,
No watcher hither bound
Striving city life cuts with eyes.
Looking for the sadman...

Sadman never tries,
Sadman never tries.

Fading like a beige lady with her tear,
Making to be born, longing to appear,
Archer high, searches with his blade,
Searches for the sadman...

Sadman never tries,
Disgrace of the
Lord of the land
Hero of the Earth

There's no place for weepers, who slip away in vain.
Hiding in the shadows, veiled by the rain.
Norsemen breathe with fire, as they raid the virgin night.
Searching for the sadman, the sadmna has no right.

Stone river flows gently through the ground,
No watcher hither bound
Striving city life cuts with eyes.
Looking for the sadman...

Sadman never tries,
Disgrace of the
Lord of the land
Hero of the Earth