your horns. You're not just another pair of boat shoes walking away from the harbor. Cloud shadow on the mountain, cloud shadow on the plains, cloud shadow make an island nation on
horns. You're not just another pair of boat shoes walking away from the harbor. Cloud shadown on the mountain, cloud shadow on the plains, cloud shadow make an island nation on
번역: 울프 퍼레이드. 산에 구름 그림자.
mountain top The smokestack clouds with glory attached We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top The smokestack clouds with glory attached There's a skyscraper on
Mt. Zion Wind comin' in, pickin' up momentum Cuttin' crisply through the darkness ridin' on a rhythm A rollercoaster sizzlin' Twistin' down the mountain
I start to breathe The mountain in moonshine Stars on my breath, scares me the best Flickering mellow shadows Climb through the air, falling up to brush the clouds
there were 3 shadows on the harbor Come to burn the Vietnamese boats into the sea In the fire's light shots rang out 2 Texans lay dead on the ground
blood runs black through heavens shell Declare the witches dance Nothing shall suffice The souls of Christ Drag him through the whores! Come on... Come on
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the strange folk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain
change in the wind must come Over the mountain And the seasons roll under the sun Passing the shadows of our dreams Flying high above the clouds, we
seen it rainin' fire in the sky The shadow from the starlight Is softer than a lullaby Rocky Mountain high Rocky Mountain high He climbed cathedral mountains Saw silver clouds
the free, but not for you or for me If they wanted to be so fair, on Mount Rushmore, why isn't the Indian up there. Sitting Bull, Spotted-Tail, Red Cloud
On a brave new morning smiling at the sky Every shadow of the past whispers goodbye There is hope if you can see I give it all to you, you give it all
Ten Strings of darkness on a violin sad I watch the mountains where the frost began The northern storm is guiding me To the forest Silently the night
are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead do move, and shout, And pray, and cry, and suffer And the eye click on and one: the one shut Catches the dead. The clouds
, shine in the sky For the lives of great men, who stand by your side When the night falls, on we will ride For no lost souls will live on forever Dark night on
