Dolmen - WELICORUSS

Reflections of the sun give way to darkness,

Grey stones stand silently.

Do you want touch by the cold hand

Of Ancestors who’ve gained eternal rest?

The soul struggles like a confined bird,

Wanderer, you are searching for ways to nowhere…

Around prophetic dreams are outlined,

As the stone sky they have hung,

The wisdom of suffering and faith of fire,

Oblivion’s choice falls on you.

Make your move and the will of the Gods

Will be filled by the voice of Dreams.

The soul struggles like a confined bird,

Wanderer, you are searching for ways to nowhere…

You have not renounced the world of shadows,

You see bulks of the revived stones.

With sadness and faith they look at you,

Confusion stuck in the heart like an arrow.

Around prophetic dreams are outlined,

As the stone sky they have hung,

The wisdom of suffering and faith of fire,

Oblivion’s choice falls on you.

Make your move and the will of the Gods

Will be filled by the voice of Dreams.

The soul struggles like a confined bird,

Wanderer, you are searching for ways to nowhere…