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In our days of sorrow With tears in the eyes I went to the oaken palace For the king´s advice I´ll tell about the strangers Who came from the southern lands Who burned our wooden houses And stole our bread There were children played in the sun The golden seas of ears ripened Now my soul is weeping for them My land is mute and grey-haired winds of ashes fly The bitter smoke will disperse The day will break again The trees will rise The ashes will be gone with the rain But pain is taking my heart I´ll speak to the mighty king For those who nevermore Will see another spring There were children played in the sun SongtexteThe golden seas of ears ripened Now my soul is weeping for them My land is mute and grey-haired winds of ashes fly I walk through snowy mountains Where no one´s been before I see the light of blazes That burnt my home I walk through snowy mountains And treasure faith and hope I see the shade of evil That look it all There were children played in the sun The golden seas of ears ripened Now my soul is weeping for them My land is mute and grey-haired winds of ashes fly Once we ploughed our rich earth And drank our rowan wine for thee Now, my king, we´re hungry and lost The hope is gone, the leaves don´t grow on blackened trees Aus Songtexte Mania