Samovar

Samovar - Fold Zandura

Written by：Jim Warm

When you were the santorin

You were once worshiped as a fire king

South of naxos shaped by scirocco heat

Far above surfacing the sea of Crete

Your feet

Long gone hallow the cone

Volcano down to the stones

I was born to sail the Cyclades

Marble islands starlight sang like an Aegean breeze

I was drawn by the myth of your monolith

Like a perfect face is drawn by the scar

And was caught in the pour from a blast in the core

Like a super heated samovar

That is all you are

Long gone hollow the cone

Volcano down to the stones

Its shadow stealing the sun

Long live the tears

See how they run

Long gone hollow the cone

Volcano down to the stones

Its shadow stealing the sun

Long live the tears

See how they run

So long as the memory burns

You should know I will never return

You shadowed places to run

For so many years stealing the sun

Bring back the sun

Bring back the sun

Bring back the sun

Bring back the sun

Bring back the sun