The Year Of Our Lord - The Hollowing Of A Quiet Man скачать видео бесплатно

guns in the air, thunder spreads across the land

hooves bid for space on the blackest of sands

with reigns clenched in sweaty palms, he rides into the darkest mist

this ancient race of men will fight tonight

the night is filled with promises

young warrior rides through the nightscape

forced to be the bringer of pain

it's too late to call him back

she whispers in his ear

"fate is not what you drew you here"

you're the only one who can keep this night alive

cut these screams with anger

back on the line, explosions light the desert sky

the sun is slowly closing in

gone is the boy who fought to save this sacred land tonight

now his ghost will ride the road beyond

the young warrior, ghost of the nightscape

the merciful create without a reason

your agony, I've never been before down this way

you will be the death of me, but I will wait right here in silence

you will be the death of me, but I will wait right here