Текст песни The Mission - Fyrce Muons
I slip the sounds of bond and air
Freedom chimes and glistens there
Gone the times of cold and pain
Gone the glass of driving rain
As I wake I knew the day would come
A journey take
Shiver as the flame burns out
To end the day again
The sacred one of time
These ancient lands never one to steal a soul
They offer hands to heal the wounds of battered cold
Never granting grace
A kinder kiss and warm embrace
See the sky break
And the wind will rise
A generation wants its' gold
The prisoners of icy cold
The mother here is growing old in vain
Growing old a life inspired
Alone another day
A sacred one of mine
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