Root The Message Of The Time
Carried by the wind is the dust of the ruined Temples Skulls of ancestors dead long time it covers Above the pagan Altar an unknown song is heard But nobody dances, just Wind, just Wind. Stories he tells / ballads of lost times It was Him who saw them / heard and danced with them Made fly veils of witches / of pagan women Rustled in beards of / mighty wizards. The Wind... the Wind... the Wind... In an image of Windstorm / he many things (demolished and destroyed) In an image of Breeze / foreheads of kings (murderers he cooled) Distributed seeds / as well as ideas and plans Something of everything / he keeps inside though The Wind... the Wind... the Wind... The Message of the Time the Wind / hides inide Once to us he will pass it / shall we understand? The old legacy / old as the Time and Wind Are we worth it? / can we bear the Truth? The Wind... the Wind... the Wind...
