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• Artiste: Wijlen Wij
• Titre: Bridges
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I've died and they build Bridges all over my dead corpse They don't seem to have much respect For the remains of a dead warrior Why can't they see that my wounds are still bleeding? Why can't they see that my limbs are still aching? Their soldiers build bridges on my dead body With mortar and clay I felt betrayed that my corpse was not honoured For years and years I stood like a mountain Sheltering them from the winds Fighting against their many enemies Wounded on the cold ground I laid Wreckage, abandoned by everyone Wasted by centuries of solitude Eternally damned... But down on my knees I prayed And on the seventh day she came Angel heaven sent... cold water for my dried lips Hear my call, I speak with Ancient Tongue Take my suffering; erase me from the face of this earth A new era has begun; the King has arisen from his slumber! Like a bird freed from its cage Like the prayer of a wounded soul My spirit flies towards the sun...