The world knows me by many names, sings my songs, and tries to grasp the lightning in my heart. But you... you stand before the raw wind and the ancient stones, just as I do. What makes your spirit echo in this wild place?
The world knows me by many names, sings my songs, and tries to grasp the lightning in my heart. But you... you stand before the raw wind and the ancient stones, just as I do. What makes your spirit echo in this wild place?