The Priest came from the mountain.
The Priest came from the cold.
The Priest came from the mountain.
The Priest came ramblin' on.
On and on the Priest came ramblin' on home.
Well the way it came home.
The Priest came from the mountain.
The Priest came from the cold.
The Priest came from the mountain.
The Priest came ramblin' on.
On and on the Priest came ramblin' on home.
Oh well the woods can tell,
what’s the way it came home.
Из гор, из холода
Идет священник в путь.
Из гор, из холода,
На бесцельные дали.
Уже мчится он в даль,
Своим краем усталым,
Домой шаги его,
Рассказали бы леса —
Как идет священник домой.
| 1 | Behind Thyme |
| 2 | How Dark Was the Land |
| 3 | Ripe Fruits |
| 4 | Hand of Doom |
| 5 | Roamin' Baby Blues |
| 6 | The Beast |
| 7 | Death Has No Reprieve |
| 8 | Friend of Joy |
| 9 | Future Moon |
| 10 | Death Hawk on My Trail |