كلمات Relief

Everything ready to go to beyond The seventh key of the gate of the seventh son The cure of plague is need to find Fot this will end with my cry The road is long I am not fear I cannot wait and die here Short cold can keep me freeze The wind is no longer than breeze Crossing hills in search of piece My soul seeks relief Storms, ocean, bridges I will find my way But a bold heart will always win to say I went to war for piece to me You’ll always have something to see My crime was a long time to wait The cure cannot get late Short cold can keep me freeze The wind is no longer than breeze Crossing hills in search of piece My soul seeks relief