Virtual XI

Wake alone in the hills with the wind in your face It feels good to be proud and be free and a race That is part of a clan and to live on highlands And the air that you breathe so pure and so clean When alone on the hills with the wind in your hair W

5:17 (Gers, Bayley) Como esta amigo For the death of those we don't know Shall we kneel and say a prayer They will never know we care Shall we keep the fires burning Shall we keep the flames alight Should we try to remember What is wrong and what is