The land of the light Remember the golden times The land of the light, the light For the moment, standing alone The land of the light The land of the
To the land of the light The garden of life Remeber the golden times An ancient time, forgotten land I've never seen before Unholy spell, a land of
Traduzione: Freedom Call. Terra di luce.
Thank you for the gift The freedom to wonder In search of the light Are we gonna let it shine Forgiveness is the key The perfect emotion Will you show
secrets The little spirits, unvisible The dance starts at midnight. Burning clouds of thunder His call sounds over the mountains Ride through this rough land
bring it back to the source, land of the physical force Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun! This is the place where
get this roundup party underway So resin up your ropes and spur your pony quick and light For the roundup fire burns tonight I spent the summer waitin' workin' on the land
m the mack here Ought to have you ho for me (Common: get real now) Pimp yo punk ass Have you write me poetry I'm from a land called cash You too slow
underground, Moving in the darkness looking for the light, Looking for a future and ready to fight. Looking for the freedom that's been denied, Fast to
against the sky, metal arms outstretched. So much land travelled so little sense made of it. It doesn't mean a thing all this land laid out behind us
reborn and new minds can take form The fallen ones are rising again to follow the chosen one who will lead them to freedom [Chorus] Oh saviour, heed our call
Walking all the day, near tall towers where falcons build their nests Siver winged they fly, they know the call of freedom in their breasts Soar Black
the light love being in the light but they snatch it like a thief in the night [Mikah 9] (right, right, you know what I mean) I call them the cookie
of freedom let me into your land Queen of freedom hold me up when I can't Queen of freedom let me into this place Queen of freedom hold me in your embrace
government for those who strugglin [x4] [Hell Razah (Killah Priest)] We form a congress wit our conscience Here to fight against Eden for our freedom
and trace the tracks of my tears down my cheeks and over my lips taste the freedom, but it seems like gravity has me chained to this pathetic land like
again in a cloudless clear blue sky listen to the warrior's call warrior's call heroes of the land riding with the Sun fighting for the day where freedom
