Under The Lake
I'll go down by the lake
Where the white horses go
And among the dancing waves, I will throw my land
All the promises broken long time ago
All the territories nobody knows
If you come by the lake
Where the white wood has grown
Tell the white mountain king, I lie with ghosts
Where them shadows are drifting and willows and pines
You'll hear my voice calling under the lake
Where the white horses go
And among the dancing waves, I will throw my land
All the promises broken long time ago
All the territories nobody knows
If you come by the lake
Where the white wood has grown
Tell the white mountain king, I lie with ghosts
Where them shadows are drifting and willows and pines
You'll hear my voice calling under the lake
Credits
Writer(s): Cecile Corbel, Simon Caby
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