Paroles de Bread Trails

My reach, infinite Oh but weary shields must rest Will our gifts be met by greedy hands? Am I not deserving of the crown's demands? Beaten was the path Now frozen How to remember the deeds of kings? How to remember the deeds of kings? By bread trails Bread trails and the ears at jaws' length By bread trails Bread trails and the ears at jaws' length Cleansing sun ensue Cleansing sun ensue A reign that spills out in all directions Embodies the grand whom rule in luminous boast