Called back in time by the ancient winds Can't you recall all the memories? Walking the lost way of those who lived In loneliness Think of the joy and
From the day you took me home I knew I was not alone And all the pain I had seemed to be gone Running backwards to the edge, Things I don't dare to
Fairy lady, who stands on the walls Life, is short and wait is long The stars, away, dim with the dawn... Fairy lady, who stands on the walls Your tale
And a face is there From the smoke a face is rising Ancient, like the reason of life Get your body close to mine There is a Ritual longing for us Such
a face is there From the smoke a face is rising Ancient, like the reason of life Get your body close to mine There is a Ritual longing for us Such a
Traduzione: Sciamano. Rituale.
Traduzione: Sciamano. Ritual (Traduzione).