stream flows, Through the shining woods, Blue grass of wisdom grows Around the oaken roots... Where golden dragons fly And the sorcerers gather, Four
with fear We invaded a state with a sword In ours hands Roma means nothing In the land of Slavs Today forests sing about the legend Long forgotten spirits
about with fear We invaded a state with sword In our hands Roma means nothing In the land of Slavs ! Today forests sing about the legend, Long forgotten
for years, Growing stronger Blazing weapons,eyes burn bright In the dark - as a King I shall return... Horns sing in the woods, Hordes gather Ancient
with fear We invaded a state with a sword In our hands Roma means nothing In the land of Slavs Today forests sing about the legend Long forgotten spirits
pearls and gold Mystic flames burn bright Around the oaken lord... Forgotten sorcery storms from the skies From the golden hall of the ancient ones Forgotten
waiting for years Growing stronger Blazing weapons, eyes burn bright In the dark...As a King I shall return... Horns sing in the woods Hordes gather Ancient
everyone gather 'round now, sing us a song just in case by tomorrow it happens he's gone for two weeks and seven days our fair foreign friend I had this
Part I: the Sleepers Beneath (the Prophecy)] As clouds descend from evening skies and the day entwines with night The wind whispers a lullaby once forgotten
Sign of the Southern Cross it's the Sign of the Southern Cross all right sail away to the sign ohh From the book, the word is spoken whispers from forgotten psalms Gather
I bet I, I bet I (bust) I bet I bust I bet I bust (I, I) Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust [T.I] Gather round to the center
Gather round you people and a story I will tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the tribe of Pima Indians, a proud and a peaceful
trial Man and I don't know how style through with them crowds and now I got to kick it breakin new ground wantin my people to gather around Remember
How many prophets have spoken about 'idols' fall? Too many kingdoms had worshipped their stupid gods Blood of countless sacrifices seems to be forgotten
(Carly Simon) First one in the city Wearin' all those grass stained jeans Nothing is forgotten, everyone is pleased. Someone got his hair cut The girls
kill. And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten. Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; And gather
the light and embrace the infernal rites Crush the sacred and spread the gloomy silence Pure hate, lead the spirits of burning rage Prophecies A gathering