Из альбома: Apocryphon
Tell me, oh mountain
What secrets do you hold
Buried deep beneath the earth
In hidden vaults of stone?
Has ever man in all his days
Climbed your mighty slopes
To behold the gods as they danced
And listen as they spoke?
Tell me,
Oh mountain,
Your secrets
Hear me, oh spirits
For I would ask of thee
Locate a lass who’s fair of form
And deliver her to me
The road can be a lonely
Place to pass the time
Watching and waiting
As the miles roll by
Hear me,
Oh spirits!
Lend me your aid
Tell me, oh mountain
What secrets do you hold
Shrouded on your misty peaks
Or deep within your bones?
Tell me,
Oh mountain,
Your deepest secrets