Texty: Riot. Gypsy.

So we waited for you to come home.
Riding high on your visions done
Touching darkness we wait by the sea.
Holding on desperatly.
Far from certain you, ride the serpent and, touch the pillars
of stone
Break the chains from the masters of game then you, rise your
sword to the throne

Save us we cry from the mountains you fly it goes over and
over again
Soon we will know when your armies they show and they
fight by our side till the end yea.

Giving answers to questions you here.
Listen closely to those that you fear.
How i wonder wherever you are.
See you coming from far
Free your eagles trough, out the city who's, wings are
battered and torn
On your crown is our bloody red gown holding, all your
anger and scorn.


Save us we cry from the mountains you fly it goes over and
over again
Soon we will know when your armies they show and they
fight by our side till the end yea.

Far from certain you, ride the serpent and, touch the pillars
of stone
Break the chains from the masters of game then you, raise
your sword to the throne

Save us we cry from the mountains you fly it goes over and
over again
Soon we will know when your armies they show and they
fight by our side till the end yea.