Listen, sons, I'll tell you everythingI've not forgotten the days of my twenty-eight gamesRight to least and among the bestOf a truth of our kind, when you look for parts of the universeBest of the artListen, sons, I'll tell you everythingAbout photo-toed namesI've plenty of kids' partsBut I don't want them past the old ageYou'll see usLa-la-la-la-la-laLa-la-la-la-la-laTraveling in suburb to fear cases where spirits are aliveWhere trees were whispering their love creaturesHidden in mountains' heartsIs it the end of this?Is it the ending of this?There's not too long before you can hear a tale of mysteryThere's not too long before you can hear a tale of mysteryOf golden timesOf golden timesWalk through the fire till you see shores all misty of godsWalk through the fire till you see shores all misty of godsLet the sky be light, rest upon starsLet the sky be light, rest upon starsIt's ready for a startIt's the start of timeIt's the birth of bloodWatch as it does and maybe you'll find outThat you have all your faultsFire means that you can always start the starsDestined starsOnly feel your beating heartAutumn means that bright times always come againEssence or future of your godFire means that you can always start the starsEssence or the freedom of your heartFreedom, freedom heartFreedom heartFreedom heartFreedom heartFreedom heartFreedom heartListen, sonsListen, sonsI'll tell you everything about father and to BuradaI'll tell you everything about father and to Reedsand turn to the Hangings' bloodand turn to the Hangings' bloodWhat a means that you can always understandEstes areWhat will you even knowWhat a means that bright arms always come againEstes areThe future of your lifeBest of your lifeBest of your lifeBest of your lifeBest of your life