FOLLOF (cross ves.2)

We In a time, Where we was Jung, as we not together sang, was we locked in the dark, by the roots from the old lark. But we're digging day by day, break walls out stone and rocks they grey. Old stalactites and stalagmites, glitter Splendid by us candlelights. We smash us way with pickaxe and hammer by a stubborn Clamour. We found an old master, a teacher and friend, the tale us a story from begin, to us end. He leaded us in the dark, he give us advine, to build grate stairs and see the light. It is the follof, a gate to the sky, it is a path to the endless blue high. We smash by from the deep, stairs up to the clouds, but us friend and master be remained in the core, we must go alone and make the grand upper door. The years be passed and Follof grow up in the stones, children comes, and the old be now are bones. In this time we singing us first song, a tale from us bane and the god who was wrong. But now we work together on one result. Now the word must accept, that us folk great things are build. It is the follof, a gate to the sky, it is a path to the endless blue high. We smash by from the deep, stairs up to the clouds, but us friend and master be remained in the core, we must go alone and make the grand upper door. And one night in the third generation, as a lone man work alone. Came the pries for his the motivation, he broke the last wall and the silent grow. He saw the stars are beautiful glow. The follof was completed, the snow fall down to him, and He called the others to the first rim. They see the flakes of this cold snow and felt icy wind the in us faces blow. And then we sang from the full chest, side by side, in the good fair starlight. It is the follof, a gate to the sky, it is a path to the endless blue high. We smash by from the deep, stairs up to the clouds, but us friend and master be remained in the core, we must go alone and make the grand upper door.