Из альбома: Fragment of the Future
Endless years in a prison cell, endless years in a living hell. A soldier of the Folk, with a tale to tell. Of why he fought to save his own kind, an image of beauty, he sees in his mind Of a beautiful maiden, now forced to the fight. Because too many White men chose wrong over right.
Some day in Valhalla, when he's young once more. He will hold the hand of the image he adored.
It's not right for a Lamb near a Lane, to fight with a lion. It's insane. I feel it's insane. If the White men won't battle for Life and for Race. Then women and children, the Terror will face.
Some day in Valhalla, when he's young once more. He will hold the hand of the image he adored.
This song was not written to entertain. Will Rams with horns fight for the Lamb near the Lane?
I am the Lamb. I'll stand beside the Lane.
I am the Lamb. I'll stand beside the Lane.
I am the Lamb. I'll stand beside the Lane.