Текст песни Stonecircle - Seven Sleepers
Stonecircle - Seven Sleepers слова песни
(lyrics by D. Jole/music by G. Schoemaker)Red mists of the morningRise from the battleground.Red sun on the water,Weeping without sound.Silent wind blows emptyOn blackened rock and bone.Fields of grass are shining glass.The ravens softly moan.They`re trying toCHORUSWake the seven sleepers,Deep within their caveWhen the fire comes, burns everyone,Who will dig your grave?Wake the ancient huntsman,Don`t let dead dogs lie.Hunt with the red-eared hounds of hell,Ride screaming through the sky.Children of the warriors,World crumbling at their feet,Can`t drink the blackened water,Can`t eat the burning wheat.Men are out a-huntingTo win the dragon`s claws,But steel knives and empty livesCan`t save them from its jaws.Their screams willCHORUSFields and hills lie barren,Plows rusting on their sides.Mighty ships lie empty,Rotting in the tide.Curtains flutter softly,Like moths against a light.Women turn from cities burnedAnd vanish from our sight.They`re going toCHORUS