كلمات Caravans To The Outer Worlds

Blinded by greed Imprisoned by the distance Thralls to the idol-self Scream in fear of the end Gifted sight Rejected chains Freedom gained Endless spin of the wheel Esoteric navigation Through the astral storms Odin! The fires of strife lost their colours When corruption took hold Claiming the kingmaker's seat In the maddened court's ruins Our stories died on their journeys As the fools all spoke their minds Buried under rotting leaves From rootless too-young trees Thе tribes of sense and earth Caravans of thе shadow-circle The warrior turns her back On the ignoble battle A sword-arm put to better use Raising sails towards the outer worlds Odin! Towards the outer worlds Towards the outer worlds Towards the outer worlds