In the wind among the shining stones
Raindrops on my skin
Memories of passed life, the voices run
The tears of your eyes are goin' in me
In the blow you're crying
This is the fall of the way of the world
We are without power
Don't believe in promises
In the universe everywhere
Holy words delivered invain
Weak men hope for miracles
The tears of your eyes are goin' in me
In the blow you're crying
This is the fall of the way of the world
We are without power
Don't believe in promises
Shouting for power we want to fly again
Now returns the pain in the silent waiting
We want the glory to call the power
We are the men we are the men
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