Where the Stone Hill Toutches the Sky
Watch through the view of the birds,
Fly on the wings of the wind,
Grow as the grass on the top,
Shine as the soil and the rock
It lay, where the Sun shines on
It lay, where the Moon freezes through
It lay, where the sky toutches you
It lay, where the lord is the stone
I was born in the arm of the wind
I was made of a stone from the Hill
Where the Stone Hill toutches the sky...
WUDERSCH!!
HORIZONS OF WUDERSCH!
HAIL!
Watch through the view of the birds,
Fly on the wings of the wind,
Grow as the grass on the top,
Shine as the soil and the rock
It lay, where the Sun shines on
It lay, where the Moon freezes through
It lay, where the sky toutches you
It lay, where the lord is the stone |
