Spirit of the land

 

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