Will Of The Wind - Dance Or Die

Upon the stone that stands above your head

Cut deep the words that you once said

Here lies a man that never knew his name

His heart to know his only fame

Who will cross the river mama, whose son will bleed?

Who will bring the sacrifice, a foul God to please?

In the rise of a constellation we count the seconds slowly

We declare the fall of a nation and its soldiers holy

Will of the wind calling through your darkest dreams

It’s all in the way the dice have fallen, so it seems

Will of the wind, the tempest on a thousand seas

Will of the wind, so cold the warmest heart will freeze

Who’ll cross the river… the chosen