The Legend Of The Martinez Bros (feat. Alvinaya/Ivanor)

Down in the mill where the flour was ground Two brothers worked and never frowned One cloudy morning they took their leave Disappeared into the legend's weave Whispers in town talking day and night Where did they go in the dead of light? The mill still turns but not quite right The air is thick with the mystery's bite Where did the Martinez brothers go? Through the town the question flows Vanished like smoke into the breeze Left behind are only memories Some say they sailed to a distant shore Others think they found something more Into the forest deep and unknown The truth remains to be shown Their tools lay down as if in haste Their chairs untouched as if embraced A legend born in workday's grind The brothers' path we never find Where did the Martinez brothers go? Through the town the question flows Vanished like smoke into the breeze Left behind are only memories