As the rain keeps falling

As the rain keeps falling,

I listen to the voices of the wind

As I lay down my sword

and I saddle my horse;

As the rain keeps falling,

I'm riding through the mountains, through the woods

and I stop and I stare

at the beauty around.

When I see the eagle fly above my head

and the clouds in the sky,

then I think about the times that once have been

as I hear the owl's cry...

As the rain keeps falling,

my eyes are filled with tears, so cruel, so cold

Tears that fall for a time

that's forgotten and gone;

As the rain keeps falling,

the tears turn red as blood and burn my sight

Well, but nobody cares

and so they fall to the ground.

When I see the eagle fly above my head...

As the rain keeps falling,

the eagle's call is shrilling from the distance

through the forests and hills,

through the caves and the lakes;

As the rain keeps falling,

it tells the lost legends of a lost time,

of which nothing is left,

only sadness and tears.

Where are all the legends, where are all the songs

of the woods and the hills?

Where are all the wonders that we used to see?

Washed away in the rain...