Thinking Lyrics
In the cold autmn foresWhen we were standing nearThe bonfire and we wereCrossing our swordsOver its flameI heard a peals of thunderIn the evening twilightsI saw a dying sunChanging by Silver moonlight...(repeat)For Dying!For Crying!For Native Land!For Profaned Fate!Damned cross like a black shadowHas came to my LandAll under this shadow get lying or deadBut better die with proudly holding up headThan live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy...I heard a peals of thunderIn the evening twilightsI saw a dying sunChanging by the Silver moonlightWind brought to my earingWolf's wailing lone and yearningIt was early in the morningWhe I was sitting by purling streamAnd I was thinking...of my nationSuddenly I heard the summon"Time, Brothers! It's our time!"We weare straddling on horsesAnd we were to takeOur swears into Reality....
Tvangeste Thinking
