Testo Time

Wave after wave Wave after wave The crazy chase of seven waves is going on They won't start it ever again They flow where the wind blows Straight into the arms of death You won't see them ever again Cold moon has muffled it's pale face In the arms of night Goldem sphere is waiting for it's time Mount the crest of wild waves Where the wind will blow you Try to fool the time The time to go by Time of returning Time of forgetfulness