Marching towards the sun
The command thats under no one
Master of war and lords
The rain falls for 13 days
The horses seem to know their number
Focus on you aloneAll i've got is what you see x3Pick up the stones that decay
On this small ground
Pick up the stones that decay
Its my gift to you
The purest pain a man can live through
Just in an afternoon
Admeral greed the sea
Born again amongst these trees
Rooting on in, into historyAll i've got is what you see x3Pick up the stones that decay
On this small ground
Pick up the stones that decayMarching towards the sun
The dark command thats under no one
Master of war and lords
The rain falls for 13 days
The horses seem to know their number
Focus on you alone
All i've got is what you see x3Pick up the stones that decay
On this small ground
Pick up the stones that decay
