Golden Indian Sounds

歌詞

Indian Summer's Last Stand In the pale light of dust is, A dark mystical shape that, Is sitting across of me: 'I can't recognize what the heck'. Kinda face he is hiding, Questions not penetrating, He stays still and silence, Like a shadow of a tree. Stand by your Ground. His game of card - he readies, And suffles in the moonlight. Ever patient and so gentle: 'I believe I've recognized' This still and silent shadow. His destiny, my destiny, Has gone into my mind And is shuffling now my cards. Stand by your Ground. Indian Summer's Last Stand. He's handing me his cards, now And lays them in my hand, so. I've recognizes this time: 'That the time has come to me', To play his prepared games And I'll see what it will bring me, 'Cause now is the beginning Of games with destiny. Stand by your Ground. Indian Summer's Last Stand.