Текст песни Blackwalker - Власть стихии

Dust
No longer striking
Calm
Calm passed, thunderstorm
Like a needle piercing rain
It hits the face and causes a shiver
Wind rips clothes like a wild dog
He, like a thief, took my warmth to himself
As rivers from the mountains streams flow, flow for me
He's like a clever thief, he's like a cunning thief
Power, power of the elements
Power
Power, power of the elements
Power
We conjure the sky, curse the sky
We are afraid of heaven, we are ashamed of fear
Clumps of black clouds, a flurry of gloomy front
Lightning bright beam cuts the horizon
Nowhere to wait, nowhere to go
We are a prisoner of the elements, we are a prisoner of the elements