Paroles de Lyonhardt

Hate gestates through the ages and caught up with you before you arranged it The patterns are true I'm due to notice that your lionheart's through and the wagon waits outside for you Mildew stains in this tundra It's bruised your will and dragged you under A resolute smile despite wider worry But your lionheart's through and the wagon waits outside for you Set in stone, aren't you clever? Said one poker-faced hard shark to the other I don't mean to stain your sensitive mane, but I'm going to 'cause your lionheart's through and the wagon waits outside for you Yeah, your lionheart's through and I'll just be outside waiting for you.