Pictures Of Home — Yngwie Malmsteen: текст песни

Somebody's shouting Up at a mountain

Only my own words return Nobody's up there It's a deception When will I ever learn?

Chorus

I'm alone here With emptiness eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And whispering pictures of home

Wondering blindly How can they find me Maybe they don't even know My body is shaking Anticipating The call of the black footed crow...

Here in this prison Of my own making Year after day I have grown Into a hero But there's no worship Where have they hidden my thrown...