Текст песни Words - Demo - Foster Hilding

The mountain shakes, the icy ridge
The lion wakes from rest
World turns slow for restless soles
The rest have left the nest

Words that empty souls might leave
Lions prey for meat
And the empty souls they eat
I pray they are not mine

Lion wait don't take me
I have not said enough
Eat me tear me what else
Just let me say my words