Orthodox Celts Against The Wind
The day was sad an’ sore like most of other days
Full of rain cold an’ gray
I never felt so tired as tired I am now
Hangin’ on the string of fate
The hours come
The hours go
Counting steps
I lose control
Life still goes on
Chorus
Against the wind
The years have gone
Against the wind
I stand alone
Against the wind
Without a fear
Against the wind
Without a tear
I stood alone and watched my tied an’ useless hands
Tryin’ to move tryin’ to feel
I see the shade of death that’s sneakin’ all around
Waitin’ for a chance to grab my soul
The hours come
The hours go
A surrendering way
Is not my own
Life still goes on
Chorus
