Paroles de The Mill

Tall it stands with twisting wings on high Built on stones from the olden mine The winds forevermore will drive its wheel Draw the circle and make it squeal The wheel keeps turning merciless! We try and burn We hope and break The Mill grinds on We lose and earn We give and take The Mill grinds on By the water's spring stands The Mill Hope and loss have built its iron spine In raging move and in infinite line It grinds away the sands of time The wheel keeps turning merciless! We try and burn We hope and break The Mill grinds on We lose and earn We give and take The Mill grinds on We try and burn We hope and break The Mill grinds on We lose and earn We give and take The Mill grinds on