Peordh - Time of Honour, Gone Тексты

Remind me of the past
The time of warriors
When one could fight
With freedom of triumph at war
Honour and majesty

The days of a master
Teaching an apprentice
Before global warfare
And mass controlling superpowers
A time of honour, gone

Technology was not yet
Though it is never needed
A free spirit would walk
Doing as it pleased

In these days of pending darkness
We barely notice the changing seasons
The smells of nature
A feeling of real life
It floats by, almost separately

For nothing now we are
And our time of honour, long gone...