Текст песни «Candlemass - Pt.3. "Voices In The Wind"»
Слова песни:
"North is cold, summer is late
South is sorrow, surrounded by hate
West is far, a dream you are creating
East is here, and your fate is awaiting"
"North is cold, summer is late
South is sorrow, surrounded by hate
West is far, a dream you are creating
East is here, and your fate is awaiting"