Lirieke: Savatage. Dead Winter Dead. Sarajevo.
In the town of Sarajevo, there's an old medieval square
There's a church aside one corner most believe was always there
It was built a thousand years before any now were born
And its glory was its belfry with its stones all gray...and worn
Now there's a gargoyle on that belfry and he's been up there for years
And he has watched and he has pondered: "What is laughter, what are tears?"
And he's never found his answers as he sees the years go by
But he watches and he wonders with his stone unblinking eyes
Savatage
Savatage
Gewilde versoeke