Текст песни Behind the Smoke - Steve Hackett

Behind the smoke is black
There is no turning back
Our souls are burning on the stone
The road ahead is steep
There is no time to weep
We′ve come this way so far from home
And though the wounds are deep
Past is out of reach
We'll meet our future all too soon
A knife into our hearts
A world that′s torn apart
A blood red hunter's moon