2002 - Наследие - 2 - The Spirit Born of Freedom II (16-20kj)
1. The Spirit Born of Freedom Pain of my soul Is embraced with the roots Of the Ancient oaks The abyss of forest dust The high of heaven's water Vast oceans of the forest The look of eagle alone the heaven side I turned to all this Sunbeam was fading Where no one else has been I was The others left the black back water Their spirit is dead forever Let my scream wake up All those who left in swamps and thickets Those times has gone But I'll never have the rest My soul rather shall like eagle soar Than be oppressed by shade of sadness.