here beside me, under endless howling winds
my dying race is wandering homewards,
led by an old man to shores that don't exist,
just emptiness remains...
on and on goes our march gruesome as the light of sun, cold as winds that hide in me
hour after hour, day after day my lullaby is turning and falls gently on this sleeping land
like a hawk trembling of hunger and like a burning source...
two years have passed and still my race is wandering through foreign shores...
homewards....
My soul is now formed as a knife forwards the heart of your heaven.
And so I die...
Still my folk keeps on marching...
homewards...
Marching Homewards Video (MV)
Performed By: Summoning
Language: English
Length: 8:10
Written by: MICHAEL ANDREAS GREGOR, RICHARD LEDERER
Summoning - Marching Homewards Lyrics
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here beside me, under endless howling winds
my dying race is wandering homewards,
led by an old man to shores that don't exist,
just emptiness remains...
on and on goes our march gruesome as the light of sun, cold as winds that hide in me
hour after hour, day after day my lullaby is turning and falls gently on this sleeping land
like a hawk trembling of hunger and like a burning source...
two years have passed and still my race is wandering through foreign shores...
homewards....
My soul is now formed as a knife forwards the heart of your heaven.
And so I die...
Still my folk keeps on marching...
homewards...
my dying race is wandering homewards,
led by an old man to shores that don't exist,
just emptiness remains...
on and on goes our march gruesome as the light of sun, cold as winds that hide in me
hour after hour, day after day my lullaby is turning and falls gently on this sleeping land
like a hawk trembling of hunger and like a burning source...
two years have passed and still my race is wandering through foreign shores...
homewards....
My soul is now formed as a knife forwards the heart of your heaven.
And so I die...
Still my folk keeps on marching...
homewards...
Writer: MICHAEL ANDREAS GREGOR, RICHARD LEDERER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC