Through the smoke of wild marasca and the teeth of stone,
walks the zlati šakal,
carrying the weight of untold stories.
The land is harsh, but it sings.
And those who listen, are reborn.
Through the smoke of wild marasca and the teeth of stone,
walks the zlati šakal,
carrying the weight of untold stories.
The land is harsh, but it sings.
And those who listen, are reborn.