Testo di Barkhan Charge

Here we are We gaints swim, between the eyes of the deep Our spirits collide, intertwined His right-hand man, an empty vessel A trooper in comand, know nothing but to serve A ten thousand year march Where will we sleep? When will we sleep? In the soil we lie Dense, with fear In the soil we lie In the soil we lie, numb and deprived, no structure binds us Awaiting the smile of a king, a passing glimpse of night and day Gives us a sign, we must prevail Holding on No man or beast will slow us on our climb Holding on Onward away from violent birth Into another realm Moving on (I guess I'm moving on)