Текст песни
An echo of the younger days
Awakes inside the morning haze
The night was silent, dark and cold
A secret story left untold
The morning dream begins to fade
Across the lines that we have made
The spirit cries, it wants to see
The ghost of ancient memory
It was a wild, ruthless storm
Immortal thoughts begin to form
It rushed away, it broke the chains
To wake the fire in our veins
Into the dark, into the grey
The Holy Youth has walked away
Into the fog
Walked away
