Blind Guardian - Celtic spirit
Tekst :
Hear my cry in my hungering search for you
Taste my breath on the wind
See the sky as it mirrors my colors
Hints and whispers begin
I am living to nourish you, cherish you
I am pulsing the blood in your veins
Feel the magic and power of surrender to life
Uisce Beatha
Every finger is touching, searching
Until your secrets come out
In the dance as it endlessly circles
I linger close to your mouth
I am living to nourish you, cherish you
I am pulsing the blood in your veins
Feel the magic and power of surrender to life
Uisce Beatha
Inne utwory
Born in a mourning hall The Eldar Otherland Run for the night Trial by fire Goodbye my friend Lionheart The Martyr Spread your wings Fly To France Follow the blind Beyond the realms of death Dead of the night Battlefield A past and future secret Losowe utwory
Sammy was low,
just watching the show,
over and over again.
He knew it was time,
he d made up his mind,
to leave his dead life behind.
His boss said to him
boy, you d better begin
to get those crazy notions
right out of your head
Sammy...
Strangers to reason, our bleeding hearts so cold,
Life brings a change in season, fear will blind the soul,
In the silence one moment alone,
Cast away scattered far on the wasteland.
Sever the soul from the forgotten sickness, escape this life,
Challenge the dream before the long departed a mindless rhyme,
Whoa, oh, oh,
Hear the...
Taking on water,
Sailing a restless sea
From a memory,
A fantasy.
The wind carries
Into white water,
Far from the islands.
Don t you know you re
[Chorus]
Never going to get to France.
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to...
My sweet one, I ll call you my sweet one
You re my only true sweet one
With my all, I ll call you my sweet one
From far away, I ll say your name
Oh with you, I d travel thick
And with you, I d also travel thin
And all the spaces in between
I...
I finally learned to spit it out
An with that alone i ve said too much
Cause anything a secret
Is willing to be kept that way
Looking for the truths of mine?
They re found in every other line
Still looking for the truths of mine?
Many is a mood, oh my
Penny racer gone to...