Hymn to the Winds Songtext
von Krakow

Hymn to the winds

The trace of feathers,
Lingers far from the tree
Distant terms of chaos
Talks in sense of the crime


Set in stone the eye is on the move
Void, detachment
Lone walkers surrounded
Confident, it′s the treachery of images

We fall in pieces
As dust through the air
Pale winds crave mercy
Crystal steel meets the eye
Set in stone the eye is on the move