Test of Faith - Tracedawn

Our history torn to shreds

We stand at the crossroads of doubt

Where does go from the

Point of utter defeat and grief

Looking back to the lands

Where our history was erased

The makings of kingdom come we see

Through cold streams and through fierce winds

Our caravan ride on until the seas dry

Nomads on our own land, no place to lay our heads

Destined to wander forevermore

We ride until the mountains fall

At night when the stars are high we allow rest

And we dream for a moment, if only for a moment

A paradise awaits on the other side

There we will die and reborn again

Through cold streams and through fierce winds

Our caravan ride on until the seas dry

Nomads on our own land, no place to lay our heads

Destined to wander forevermore

We ride until the mountains fall

Hold on to your faith

Let go of your fears

Look forward to your life

Unveiling anew!

Through cold streams and through fierce winds

Our caravan ride on until the seas dry

Nomads on our own land, no place to lay our heads

Destined to wander forevermore

We ride until the mountains fall