Listen, sons, I'll tell you everything
I've not forgotten the days of my twenty-eight games
Right to least and among the best
Of a truth of our kind, when you look for parts of the universe
Best of the art
Listen, sons, I'll tell you everything
About photo-toed names
I've plenty of kids' parts
But I don't want them past the old age
You'll see us
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
Traveling in suburb to fear cases where spirits are alive
Where trees were whispering their love creatures
Hidden in mountains' hearts
Is it the end of this?
Is it the ending of this?
There's not too long before you can hear a tale of mystery
There's not too long before you can hear a tale of mystery
Of golden times
Of golden times
Walk through the fire till you see shores all misty of gods
Walk through the fire till you see shores all misty of gods
Let the sky be light, rest upon stars
Let the sky be light, rest upon stars
It's ready for a start
It's the start of time
It's the birth of blood
Watch as it does and maybe you'll find out
That you have all your faults
Fire means that you can always start the stars
Destined stars
Only feel your beating heart
Autumn means that bright times always come again
Essence or future of your god
Fire means that you can always start the stars
Essence or the freedom of your heart
Freedom, freedom heart
Freedom heart
Freedom heart
Freedom heart
Freedom heart
Freedom heart
Listen, sons
Listen, sons
I'll tell you everything about father and to Burada
I'll tell you everything about father and to Reeds
and turn to the Hangings' blood
and turn to the Hangings' blood
What a means that you can always understand
Estes are
What will you even know
What a means that bright arms always come again
Estes are
The future of your life
Best of your life
Best of your life
Best of your life
Best of your life