Album: other songs

Albion

We’re dropped to fall
We need our father’s call,
And we can’t understand
Reality is close at hand
We leave the path of mankind
Still diff’ring roads we could not find.

Chorus:

We are too old to fly
We are all sold to die.
All good things may pass
All we’ve got: these shades of past,
As we fly on broken wings
Into a fight we could not win
Until we break the ruling rings
But still there are the elder sins.

Yes this is our world of lies
Discovering colours with dead eyes.
We’re lost in time, forgot to pray
Dividing various joys of grey.
The crown of albion can’t wait
And still we live in eighty-eight.

Chorus

And we trust the darkest side
We just stand in the lonely night,
One only star beyond the tale
With fading light our substance fails.
But we raise new heartlands high
Still we cross the sea and sky.

Chorus


T: Dorian
M: Kryshan
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