Hear me Doom-bringers. Pale-bleak spawn of Hel. Await the seething tide?. . As a venomous omen. An eagle pecks at the dead. Its beak dripping blood?. .
Waiting for the morning. For the sun to climb the mountains. For the wind & the waves to answer my call. My sword lays beside me. My ship lays ashore.
Across the moor. We Norsemen rode. & skalds to us sung. That days of glory. Soon should be. When swords bloodred were swung. "One-eyed father. Give us the strength.
Babe. (He knows the Technique). Babe. (He knows the Technique). . [Dendemann]. Yo, hier zum techniken fällt mir auf, dass die auf Gras sind,mehr ein einziges Ass nach bedeutungsfang und Phrasen.
Ive been short of logic so. Im passed out on the patio. This cold and stony floor. Ive been here before. Twelve times. Im slime and Ive got one thing on my mind.
[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover]. [Lyrics: S. Drover]. . [Theme - Glen]. . Tormented mind - a weakened pagan. The tarnished halo - of dripping blood. Through unspeakable acts - 1 final shot at glory.
[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover]. [Lyrics: S. Drover]. . Triumph over adversity - a struggle to exist. The heart torn to pieces - to loose you must resist.
[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover]. [Lyrics: S. Drover]. . Checking the engines - all things are in place. Strapped down the countdown's begun. Lift-off in flames - smoke is filling the sky.
Cast down in mortal disguise - belittles himself among the pagans. With razor sharp precision - he carves another prize of death. . Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life.
(Jan Eggum/Jan Eggum). Ls bilen. Ls bilen. Vrt ringe hjem. Eg e godt fornyd. Eg e blitt trettifem. Eg e kommet frem. Slank kone, fet jobb. (eg e litt fet sjl).
(hook). She said I wonder when it'll be my day. 'Cause I'm not too far from breaking down. All I've got are screams inside. But somehow they come out in a smile.
I'm all for all. getting it right. except the one. caught up alone, alive. . Listen up to fight it. told to be fine. listen up to fight it. told to be fine.
Look at the way you. Look out where you walk!. What kind of fish you are?. I ll make you do some harm!. Look at the places. Look at what s wrong. What makes you feel so dark?.
Unborn, a fresh young girl. Frail with the weight of the world. Already bent at the beauty of the night. Sent from heaven, unwanted on Earth. She brings her blessing wrapped in a curse.
Tortured soul, you, you long for one. Greater than the sum of love. Gone forever is the morning sun. Can it be forever gone. . She was lovely once, she was.
She trembled like a virgin movin' toward her wedding bed. Stumbled down that hallway like the dawn of the dead. Crept in like a creature, tryin' to crawl right through your soul.
And so I chose the night to be my dominion. Beauty, hope and joy all lay behind. All things good were no longer my companions. Buried with the soul that I let die.