Patti Smith. Easter. Till Victory. Zeneszám

Raise the sky
We got to fly over the land, over the sea
Fate unwinds and if we die, souls arise
God, do not seize me please till victory

Take arms, take aim, be without shame
No one to bow to, to vow to, to blame
Legions of light, virtuous flight ignite, excite

And you will see us coming
V formation, through the sky
Film survives, eyes cry
On the hill, hear us call through a realm of sound

Oh, oh-oh, down and down
Down and round, oh, down and round
Round and round, oh, round and round

Rend the veil and we shall sail
The nail, the grail, that's all behind thee
In deed, in creed, the curve of our speed
And we believe that we will

Raise the sky
We got to fly over the land, over the sea
Fate unwinds and if we die, souls arise
God, do not seize me please till victory

Victory, till victory
Victory, till victory
Victory, till victory
Victory, till victory

Victory, till victory
Victory