As the rain keeps falling, I listen to the voices of the wind As I lay down my sword and I saddle my horse; As the rain keeps falling, I’m riding through the mountains, through the woods and I stop and I stare at the beauty around. When I see the eagle fly above my head and the clouds in the sky, then I think about the times that once have been as I hear the owl’s cry... As the rain keeps falling, my eyes are filled with tears, so cruel, so cold Tears that fall for a time that’s forgotten and gone; As the rain keeps falling, the tears turn red as blood and burn my sight Well, but nobody cares and so they fall to the ground. When I see the eagle fly above my head...
As the rain keeps falling, the eagle’s call is shrilling from the distance through the forests and hills, through the caves and the lakes; As the rain keeps falling, it tells the lost legends of a lost time, of which nothing is left, only sadness and tears. Where are all the legends, where are all the songs of the woods and the hills? Where are all the wonders that we used to see?