Gray Leon

1

Cold rain heavy on my back,
I watch the pride without a word:
They marked me "Gray" and turned away,
Leaving the hunter in the dirt.

But gray is not the color of dirt;
It is the color of ash beneath my feet.
Yes, it is my color - the color of a hurt;
Yes, it is my color - again and repeat.

Chorus:

I'm standing in the free, the freezing rain,
I wear the storm to break the chain.
No pride to hold, no line to follow,
I'd rather frееzе than live in hollow.
Live in hollow.

2

I track the prey across the mud,
The air is sharp, the wind is raw.
They laugh from far behind the line,
While feeding on a borrowed law.

But gray is not the color of dirt;
It is the color of ash beneath my feet.
Yes, it is my color - the color of a hurt;
Yes, it is my color - again and repeat.

Chorus:

I'm standing in the free, the freezing rain,
I wear the storm to break the chain.
No pride to hold, no line to follow,
I'd rather frееzе than live in hollow.
Than live in hollow.

3

So let them pity, let them turns
I found my fire where it burns
I walk the wild, I own this flame.
I know exactly:
Gray Leon is my name!
Gray Leon is my name!

I don't need their circle,
I don't need their dreams.
I drink clear water
From a stranger's streams.

Chorus:

I'm standing in the free, the freezing rain,
I wear the storm to break the chain.
No pride to hold, no line to follow,
I'd rather frееzе than live in hollow.

In the freezing rain.
In the rain.
I walk alone again.
I am free again.
Free again.
Free again...