Like a clouds without form and meaning Souls of simple humans are leaving Like a fallen leaves on the ground Souls of usual people around Like a smoke over burned out cities Soldier’s spirit in quest of forgiveness As a prayer from lips of priest Believers’ souls go in non-exist
All troubles going away When riffs of your guitar play All sadness that makes me insane Leave my mind, clear my way Like power that filling my arms Like fire that burns in my eyes Your music cleaning my veins And my spirit breaking its chains
Like a dust on a boots of rover Souls of those who’s dwelling lower Like a trees without roots and leaves Lives of vulgar people sears Like a car without wheels and fuel Souls of wicked men and fools Like a paper on burning flames Sickened lives of those who blames
All troubles going away When riffs of your guitar play All sadness that makes me insane Leave my mind, clear my way Like power that filling my arms Like fire that burns in my eyes Your music cleaning my veins And my spirit breaking its chains
Like a breeze that blows my hair Like a wood that feeds the fire Like a water for those who thirst Metal music my feelings burst Like a bed for a tired nomad When at evening sky become red Like a rain to the wasted land Those eternal art haven’t end
All troubles going away When riffs of your guitar play All sadness that makes me insane Leave my mind, clear my way Like power that filling my arms Like fire that burns in my eyes Your music cleaning my veins And my spirit breaking its chains