Текст песни Afterwards

[The tale at the end]

Clatter of hoofs, black robes,
Night falls on the land,
Neigh of horses, the scent of flame,
Leather, steel, and sweat.Root - Afterwards - http://ru.motolyrics.com/root/afterwards-lyrics.html

Riders are hurrying through the dark plain,
Like a wind of destruction,
And behind them silence prevails again,
As they were not ...