terça-feira, 19 de junho de 2012

F#380

We didn't need a story, we didn't need a real world
We just had to keep walking
And we became the stories, we became the places
We were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds
We were you before you even existed

I carry on, carry on, carry on
And after us the flood
Carry on, carry on
Our silver horns it leads the way
Banners of gold
Shine
In the cold, in the cold, in the cold
Foot prints of snow
Blind from the road
Hail!

We carry on, carry on
Follow us, we are one
The battle's fought, the deed is done
Our silver hum runs deep and strong
Hand to the heart, lips to the horn
Hand on my breast, I'll keep you warm
Hail!



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