White beard of an old Echoes of archaic odors Grow in me I have not always lived But I was there Sometimes rust is a virtue Offers wisdom Look at the world Through the eyes of someone Who knows to know I close my hand Within me the fire of the past The past of a man I've never met but I am Yes, I am a warrior Lived long ago I have no memory of this But my heart keeps reminding me A rock crumbled That's how I feel Pieces of memories From a huge menhir I close my hand Within me the fire of the past The past of a man I've never met but I am I close my hand Within me the fire of the past The past of a man I've never met but I am Yes, I am a warrior Lived long ago I have no memory of this But my heart keeps reminding me A rock crumbled That's how I feel Pieces of memories From a huge menhir