Album: Blind Fire
Some said
It's nothing but a story
Some swore
It's all just old man's fairytales
Beware,
She's come to claim her glory
Here comes the stormchild
Behold, the heir of Mother Nature
Dark clouds, her fingers weaving nightmares
Trough the sky
Tiptoe the mountains, dance the sky
Our fate is just a heartbeat away
A heartbeat away