Summoning - The Glory Disappears - Текст песни

Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves

That break against the shore, shall lull my mind

And scorn against all enemies prepared

And with the food of pride sustained my soul

In solitude


Sad was I, to pain depressed

Importunate and heavy load

My destiny has found me here

Upon this lonely road


And many thousands now are sad

Wait the fulfilment of their fear

For I must die who is their stay

Their glory disappears


Now I am dead and gone, my friend

Life's pain has come to end

Your star will guide my soul

To ride the winds above