If I'm standin' on your mountainside And I'm flyin' through your trees We're all drivin' our own heads now And I'm blessin' all your screed And I'm flyin
: If I'm standin' on your mountainside And I'm flyin' through your trees We're all drivin' our own heads now And I'm blessin' all your screed And I'm
On the mountain flames are trying to burn the sky. The wizard dances around the rising fire. gods are waking up in the sky, spirits lose control. The
vistas, swathed in the haze Of the reddening sunset Fell to whispers 'neath stars That marred descending skies From the cusp of midnight mountains Wending
vistas Swathed in the haze Of the reddening sunset Fell to whispers 'Neath stars that marred descending skies From the cusp of midnight mountains Wending
