Forbjorn is where the wind lifts his tailStillness cracks allHunted down like doves on a murder chartered dayA very precious jewelHad no choice for a new woundsAn arm I charge out the hands of wolvesWith faithFaith, comeIt only feelsFaith, comeWill your wings be held me so highThey pierce like white, whiteThe nightFaith, comeMeThey pierce like white, whiteThe nightFaith, comeMeYeahFaith, come.OhYeahThey pierce like featherFaith, comeThey pierce like a featherThey pierce like featherVigorous to the sight*
