Из альбома: Legacy, Volume One
(Spoken)
Out of the mists of Time it comes
Older than the oldest rhyme it comes
Coursing through our veins it comes
Pulsing in our brains it comes
Crushing like a thunder roll
Echoing in our very soul
Listen as it comes
The pure, unbridled sound of drums
When the storm is raging
And thunder rolls
Deliver us from the ocean
Save our souls
(Gaelic chorus)
A Thiarna, d