paroles de chanson The Hanging Stones (Stonehenge) - Marmor

The sounds of dawn echoes through the crops
And mingles with the morning breeze,
The hanging stones, leaving my mind free,
A holy spell burns my body
And gets into the roots of the field
The hanging stones, everything is growing green!

Connects the ground to the great blue sky
The call will come from the deepest earth
Hanging stones, washing my soul away
The power of green comes to find them
Dry leaves in an old oak tree,
The hanging stones, healing the sickness of life
Screaming thoughts appearing through the quest,
In the shadow of a night wolf

The call will come (the call will come)
From the deepest earth
Hanging stones, washing my soul away
The call will come from the deepest earth
Hanging stones, washing my soul away
The call will come (the call will come)
From the deepest earth
Hanging stones, washing my soul away