歌词
These walls ahead of us stand on the edge of the world we aim at
Beyond yonder, glint of gold
Will we leave a land of lie?
Lip-read is lost while we dance with might
And pin the night
Mud and clay made us golems
Unsteady we learn as we tame winds
Become one word!
We roam till light is out
Nigh dim and gone, glances of ours, ours
Written by: Julien Andral, Vincent Bouillet, Vincent Bouillet-Jacob