I seek for You, take my leave, so fare You well. I lost all hopes, truth may come to light and die. And for my love I pray You, wrong me not. Let us all ring fancy's bell, ding, dong, bell!.
Twenty years had passed, happiness fad come back. Only the painful memories were acting as reminders. There was a new phenomenon that made rumours spread.
lead me through the night. blackness... the void covers me. a dream of fullmoon... the light. up through the sky I fly. where are you now?. the beauty of darkness.
I gave her eyes my own to take. and round she turned my sake. My hands in need. and gave herself indeed. . I met a girl down in the meads. A fading rose was on her cheeks.
The battle of the giants was raging. The Earth tried to free from the Ice. Who had taken her to his deadly embrace. And shunned her from all light. The Sun rose and set a million times.
You are all that matters. In my private demonology. Those who fear us now. The sons of wishes. The bastard child of dream. Enemies of hope. Let it be gone.
Music: Decker/Hertrich. Lyrics: Hertrich. Well, my king, in silence sad. trip we after what we read. We the globe can compass soon. swifter than the wandering moon.
Amongst the cold. Northern mountains. He travells.... Wrapped in furs. And armed with a bow. He is the god of winter. . Hear me Uller!. Ride by me. In the battles... and cover me.
so many questions. but no answers about me. where is my home. in my head it drones. . where will I go. senseless wandering. no open door. nowhere to return.
[Part One: "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"]. . A peaceful town down by the lake. A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said. Quite prosperous one might add.
Now oppression stalks the remnants of compassion,. Brewing hatred to surface in wicked actions. Cloaked in peace and mercy, force their false confessions.
Music: Hertrich/Darkseed. Lyrics: Hertrich. I gave her eyes my own to take. and round she turned my sake. My hands in need,. and gave herself indeed. I met a girl down in the meads.
A peaceful town down by the lake. A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said. Quite prosperous one might add. Rye fields, cattle, and the riches of the lake.
My loveless eyes, they look on You. They break the crystal seas so blue. A smile for which my feelings sigh. This pain could teach me how to cry. . Your heart once passed so desolate.
hear the funeral bells chime. the eve of our nocturnal feast of pain. diabolical ghastly winds. burn the corpses of weak. believers in shame. see our black legions rise.
Once in the silence of the woods. In the shadows of a crescent moon. . The eyes scan the beautiful nocturne. The ears enjoy silent songs. "I have seen things and heard talks.
Let's not make peace again. I'm tired of hearing amends. They'll never leave you alone. I'm swimming deep again. I guess the rest just depends. on how you feel when you go.
Wings of fire burn the night, night. Slumbering eyes their flares shall greet. Let the past cling on its futile self. And may the present rush for the future's glare.