Текст песни
Our fathers sailed beyond the edge,
Where fear could never follow through.
Ash on our hands, frost in our lungs,
The raven circles one by one.
No crown was waiting on the shore; we forged our kingdom with the storm.
Where fear could never follow through.
Ash on our hands, frost in our lungs,
The raven circles one by one.
No crown was waiting on the shore; we forged our kingdom with the storm.