Texty:
Crescent Shield

thy head traveler man Who has seen many empty miles Your heart will find home [Solo] Far away still is my grave Unknown are the years I will own The

Believe in what your heart will say Changing from day to day Blood red star The fire lost inside Hot lungs will breathe the pride Open wide Breathe

I will stay, and still I do wonder My choosing, not calling is north for the winter I could turn around, leave this vast prison empty the days I have, will

and fair are words I give to you But you won't know 'cause I will not reveal The unmasked pain in my heart Time I feel my anger will engage And erupt

unbelieved Last land We could ever see! We will try to endure (South Georgia our final try) Will we ever meet again? Where will we meet again? [Solo] [

will hear your asking thoughts You futilely share For ten thousand years there was something man felt so divine... invented Slaves will build the temples The priests will

I'm the last of my kind, the last one left to die In somber towers I reside, a mass of climbing spires Upon a cruel and glaring plain, am I cursed again

I'm not the only one Who can put out the fire I only want to be left alone Wise man high upon your hill Please hear the prayers we cry You we beseech

with axes drawn Pound thunder from the drums Rive the misty flesh of imps Tear out their prattling tongues...Ride on! Under cover of shadows Silence will