needs while dumping what's left - now nature's dying, it's choking to death Tell me for how long We're burning the sun, we'll tear down the mountain
Übersetzung: Royal Hunt. Burning The Sun.
you've lonely Every tear in your eye is only little step on the way to face your fear, I'm thinking about you Every bridge that you'll burn behind you
feel I'm in danger? Image of me get pushed to the side, Just by the eyes of the stranger. Anyway, all the faces I've seen, Over and over again, Everytime, when the sun
Wales To Moreton Bay I've found no equal The tyranny there makes all the rest pale There I met O'Brien The defender from Ulster He'd left Ireland burning
