Текст песни Pictures of Home - Yngwie Malmsteen

Somebody's shouting up at a mountain
Only my own words return
Nobody's up there it's a deception
When will I ever learn?
I'm alone here
With emptiness eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And whispering pictures of home
Wondering blindly how can they find me
Maybe they don't even know
My body is shaking anticipating
The call of the black footed crow
I'm alone here
With emptiness eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And whispering pictures of home
O-o-oh!
Here in this prison of my own making
Year after day I have grown
Into a hero, but there's no worship
Where have they hidden my thrown