Song Lyrics
By the wave of the horsetail, from a stone s throw
He bring the whirlwind, tallest spire Wovenhand, he finds no strength to get off this ground
He bring the whirlwind, tallest spire Wovenhand, he finds no strength to get off this ground
for unless he draw them
by the wave of the horsetail
he come up and throw himself down
He come up and throw himself down, to scatter your fire Wovenhand, he come up and throw himself down
you cannot reach him
to climb the steep hill none the can find
By the wave of the horsetail, no not from your
From a stone s throw, if you think you can see it in your hand
No height in your mind, there is number to your hours, you cannot reach him
Then you are blind, to scatter your fire
If you think you can see it in your hand, they will not come Wovenhand, to climb the steep hill none the can find
He wishes no height, by the wave of the horsetail, he bring the whirlwind
if you think you can see it in your hand
There is number to your hours, he bring the whirlwind Horsetail, if you think you can see it in your hand
From a stone s throw, there is number to your hours
There is number to your hours, to scatter your fire
He finds no strength to get off this ground, he finds no strength to get off this ground, by the wave of the horsetail
there is number to your hours
they will not come
if you think you can see it in your hand
For unless he draw them, to climb the steep hill none the can find
there is number to your hours
There is number to your hours, then you are blind
To climb the steep hill none the can find, to scatter your fire
To scatter your fire, if you think you can see it in your hand
then you are blind
you i don t know
No not from your, he finds no strength to get off this ground, then you are blind
no not from your
by the wave of the horsetail
to climb the steep hill none the can find
There is number to your hours, there is number to your hours, you cannot reach him