(Blackie / Big Boss)
Carried by wind is the dust of the ruined Temples
Skulls of ancestors dead long time it covers
Above the pagan Altar an unknown song is heard
But nobody dances, just Wind, just Wind.
Stories he tells / ballads of lost times
It was Him who saw them / heard and danced with them
Made fly veils of witches / of pagan women
Rustled in beards of / mighty wizards.
The Wind