The Jordan (Will Of The Wind) کے بول

Upon the stone that stands above your head Cut deep the words that you once said Here lies a man that never knew his name His heart to know his only fame Who will cross the river mama, whose son will bleed? Who will bring the sacrifice, a foul God to please? In the rise of a constellation we count the seconds slowly We declare the fall of a nation and its soldiers holy Will of the wind calling through your darkest dreams It's all in the way the dice have fallen, so it seems Will of the wind, the tempest on a thousand seas Will of the wind, so cold the warmest heart will freeze Who'll cross the river... the chosen