When wise man speaks.

Gentle fire with flares  so mighty
Shines upon figures on starlit night
They listened to old man who spoke so loud
He told them  a story about an ancient town

Every stone that you see Belongs to the sacred land
Even now you can hear the whispers that she sent
She told you the stories of cryptic ancient tribes
Which [bad word]  here so long ago but disappeared in time

They had power of [bad word] beasts and wisdom of old trees
They heard the voices in the wind that came from distant realms
They were the Keepers of one race which  had such mighty roots
Now you can see the lonely shadows  that  wander in the woods

Equality and Unity it is gift but not for all
The Black sheep of the family can break these sacred [bad word] 
The Former world became so far when a lie takes place to be
Native walls [bad word] a prison cell on the way to eternal freedom

One time for all of us ,One evil in a man
Desire for be the best can bring to a dead end
One word with bad thoughts and rage replaces blood
When fear and power gets a face of god

The words of the old man became so obscure
Curtain of the midnight started falling slowly
The Strangers wanted to hear how the story ends
But only saw a shadow that hid and disappeared
in the woods                                                                                                                                                   

26.07.2014

Lyrics by Frosty (J)