Post barbarian (D minor)

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a post barbarian moment 

the rain cuts the walls of the house 

 

I put my strength under a cover 

to protect from the wolves around 

 

I dance with both my legs 

over this ancient land 

just before the end 

of the sound 

 

I’m a survivor man 

you can see from my hands 

the old spells of the west 

in my mouth 

 

Since I have listened to his words 

coming from that ridge near the mound 

 

I can hear with my inner feeling 

the fear of the barks of the hounds 

 

I dance with both my legs 

over this ancient land 

just before the end 

of the sound 

 

I’m a survivor man 

you can see from my hands 

the old spells of the west 

in my mouth