Yyrkoon
Текст песни Stolen Souls

On this hill where blows the wind
Some children are standing
Feelings seems to be so cold
In their deep blue eyes
Why so strong
They are the children
Of a perpetual sun
Their will is nothing else to fight
The decline of their daughters
Through this secret thing that is time
Don't forget your will and your honour
If one day the clouds are grey
Maybe that your acts are to revise
Gods let's play the chess, Again