AN UNPAVED ZONE SPARKLES IN SHARDS AND IT'S COVERED BY A STRANGE LIGHT OF PROMISED RAIN WHERE DOES THE PATH FINISH? WHERE DOES IT DIE? ON THE GROUND
There are wild places on those high peaks Scary gorges and great big distances Crossed by an ancient cliffs Hard to be dimmed by the weight of war Every
An unpaved zone sparkles in shards And it's covered by a strange light Of promised rain Where does the path finish? Where does it die? On the ground
