Оригинален текст
On golden sands, in winer's fire
on silver stars,in tempest skies
in any age or place
confess the need to say
(chorus)
Rest my soul, rest my eyes
in the peace i long to hold
be still my dreams, lay beside me and
oh, rest my soul
oh, rest my soul
oh, rest my soul
In kingdom's past and future's page
in love's embrace and hatred's rage
in any age or place confess the need to say
(chorus)
Chasing folly catches pain
like being (whispered in backround)
caught in the wind of a hurricane (sang)
there we fly to reckless depths of shame
rest.
(chorus) fade