LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA
When the evening came
in this empty domain
I saw the fog conquering everything
I can have no complain
I’ve chosen this sad fate
far from the men but close to the belief
Spirit of the land
behind the fog you stand
and I am here to listen to your whispers
Spirit of the land
please look at my intent
I’m shattered but I want still to believe
Let me thresh my sakes
that are poisoned snakes
to hasten beyond all the hindrances
Trimming all the heads
that have ruined my past
the wrath can be replaced by the faith
Spirit of the land
behind the fog you stand
and I am here to listen to your whispers
Spirit of the land
please look at my intent
I’m shattered but I want still to believe