A voice speaks, a longing grows, touched by the night and awakened by the moon. The memory of a distant happiness leads the way back behind the horizon. A voice speaks, a longing grows, touched by the night and awakened by the moon. Via Nellorina This world is breaking apart, get us out of here. Our people are far away, our power is with you. Your bay encloses the promised land, what remains of hope is sent by you. A voice speaks, a longing grows, touched by the night and awakened by the moon. A voice speaks and a wind rises, so the will of fate leads the way home. A voice speaks and a wind rises, so the will of fate leads the way home. Via Nellorina
