golden stones under my feets,
the wind whispers and embracing me with eternal cold
the grace of the sky make me sighless
the holy sight of the golden sky make me hopeless
my spirit fly with the grace into the darkness
darkness remaining and brave is sightless
the cold emrace make me braveless
the wind still blow into my face
and the time get me into a race
here the force called me
here the wings are sent to me
here the golden sky upon me,
and new redemption breed born
we pray for redemption, we die for redemption
we unite for redemption and will blind for redemption
redemption breed of unite
redemption breed of grace
redemption breed of brave
here the force called me
here the wings are sent to me
here the golden sky upon me,
and new redemption breed born |