Letra de The Archer
On damp ground he walks And lays the frost upon The meadows and the moss The hunt of fall is onThe archer and his bow Roam in the valleys cold Eleven brothers know Again they're getting oldRain, wind, fire, ash Snow, arch, mist, deathRain, wind, fire, ash Snow, arch, mist, deathWith a whistling ring His arrow cuts the haze And his freezing breath Resounds through the calm daysAs the wheel hangs low In snowy trees forlorn The archer and his kin Know they shall be rebornترانه سرایان: Markus Stock