اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Grieve our sickness, my child and take heed of me--
Recall all the lies, all the greed.
Leave this weakness behind and reach out to all
My wounded highlands, for our sake!
In this world, day is ruled by the blackest night.
Where is the morning?
Is it lost among the stars?
Pre-chorus:
Grieve our sickness, my child and take heed of me--
Recall all the lies, all the greed.
Leave this weakness behind and reach out to all
My wounded highlands, for our sake!
Chorus:
We are the ones who will fight through this night
For the dawn of our days
Against the wind we struggle to shout freedom of mind
Beneath these shadows can you feel the goodness is alive?
If only we would care to open up our eyes.
We are the ones who will fight through this night
For the dawn of our days
Against the wind we struggle to shout:
We are the ones who will fight through this night
For the dawn of our days
Against the wind we struggle to shout freedom of mind
I bade you take notice, my child to unveil and discern
The shadows that haunt our brightest dreams.
If this charm is not lifted from the minds
Of my greenest I will surely perish.
