Running away from the pressure of world
Leaving a desert behind
I disappeared without one's accord
With feeling of freedom inside
Liberty stolen, enslaved by the system
Cannot arrange me at all
It is not disturbing that future is misty
'Cause I heard an ancient call
The sound of horns and voices and cries
Have made a storm in my soul
I came out on my road meeting sunrise
Led by a slow flight of owl
Now, listen my friend, you should feel yourself
A real importance of life
Chains must be broken and you'll slip out stealth
Just the wind will remember your sigh
Give me your hand and we'll try to escape
There is only one way to survive
Nothing can make our power to fade
Devils, you see, never die!
Battle against the crowd
Loneliness makin' us proud
Silence does much more than word
Shone by the dance of sword
kinda power metal...
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