You got to make it on your own. You're so alone. You got to make it on your own. You're so alone. . Mercy Lord, I beg You since. I have become a man. Won't You understand.
Stigen leder hgre upp. Mot svarta bergens snovita topp. En del syn ny vntas kan. Styrka urldrig och ra sann. . Jag dper mitt sinne. I sanningens bck. Ur berget den rinna.
Ett norrskensdd av ndls skam. Ett drp i dyster stund. En skarp sten en skalle sprttad. Han drack av liv och lust. Han drack av liv och lust. . Ty salt och tjockt var barmablod.
Met a little girl in London city yeah. When I hear that she sing so pretty yeah. I had to catch a plane. I had to be with her again. . Stepping in New York city now.
D jag rest mitt tryne mot den eviga skyn. Jag hrde ett lte jag aldrig glmma. En hr s mktig vid skogens bryn. F denna syn ens kunnat drmma. Jag tog mitt spjut jag lyfte mitt horn.
Make it. . Sun is shining. The weather is sweet yeah. Makes you wanna. Move your dancing feet. For the rescue. Here I am. I want you to know y'all. Here I stand.
[Music: Tundra/Trollhorn, Lyrics: Wilska]. . Brnnmrkt av hatens eld.. Vrede och Hat.. Det Ijuva livet.. Finns p denna jord ej mera.. . Urkraft och svarta makten..
I see you now as I never have before. Take it further honey open all the doors. When you found me washed up on the shore. You stopped the bleeding, now I love you more.
[The Icecold Trollblood]. . [Music lyrics: Trollhorn]. . Striden mot mnniskan.. Hrjade tills hanegllet.. Solen ljusnar, nu allt r tyst.. Blodet rinner ned fr fjllet..
Don't you cry for me, don't give your life for me. But all the passion and the pain sunshine through the rain. Don't you want to dance for me take some new stance for me.
Never mind morgan. Thieved my mamma's tomato. Thieved her sweet potato. Reball the banana. Then they make it hyper. For us to live together. My generation.
You call me up, I'll say a few words. But I'll try not to speak too long. Please to be kind and I'll try to explain. I'll probably get it all wrong. .
Ensam rider mnen ver norrskenshimmelens rand,. Svart ligger skogen, kall under frostherrens makt. Stigen leda djupt in bland fornfuror, mot glmskans och slutets land....
Aurinkolasit ps, sato tai paisto.. Sa-sa-sa-sato tai paisto.. E-en n metriikn eteen, vedn vaistol.. Sato tai paisto.. . Varo miehii joil on mustat lasit, niin opetettiin,.
Wick in the candle. What lies beneath. Look in the shadows. And the spaces in between. A vision ghosted. Appearing on my screen. . Soul, where is my soul.
[Trollhorn / Katla]. . - En ensam skugga nu ridit fram. nu stigit herren av nordens hemliga folk. - han stirrar mot fjllen, han lyfter sin arm. drakblod koka i dennes barm.
Has she fallen from the sky. So heavy of heart. The sigh was on her tongue. The grief was in her arms. . She will suffer never. I mean her no harm. . She'll come slowly rising.
Some people are working hard. Working hard on their style. In the back streets of the front line. You see signs of the crimes. . Absence make the hard grow fonder.
Omfamnad av vind och bitter frost. Under arklisk och obarmhrtig mne. Hon sitter vid isens rand, uppvaktar sin kvinna. Ddsjungfruns kalla hand, ondlighetens lskarinna.