Текст (слова) песни: Summoning - Marching Homewards
here beside me,under endless howling winds my dying race is wandering homewards, led by an old man to shores.that don`t exist, just emptiness remains...
on and on goes our march gruesome as the light of sun,cold as winds that hide in me
hour after hour,day after day my lullaby is turning and falls gently on this sleeping land like a hawk trembling of hunger and like a burning source...
two years have passed and still my race is wandering through foreign shores... homewards....
My soul is now formed as a knife forwards the heart of your heaven. And so I die...
Still my folk keeps on marching... homewards...
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