We are to be something here again. We are to play soldiers now, pretend. We are born inside these endless halls of shame. We are jaded by the error-ways of man.
He wandered through landscapes painted. Green by forests and blue by lakes. All the way of leagues ten and five. Until he arrived during the fall of twilight.
When fourty nights shall beside you brow. and dig deep wounds in your beauty now. Your youth's proud livery so gazed on me. tomorrow will be darkened sealed.
Eyes that meet to say farewell. And linger through the sleepless nights. A trail of days that end in tears. But I can never be there. . The rush of hours that never seem to end.
Along time ago was this stone circle built. The reason behind it remains a mystery. . Why was it built at end of all paths?. On a tiny glade where no one could find.
A comoran devouring time. In great streams rains the joy of mine. My blood speaks to You in vein. Fare well until we meet again!. . You knocked onto my fate.
Could not have forseen. what the lies of the bearer would bring. Trailing the marks of his errors. trace the original sin. . Fallen I cling to deception.
I am one of these dumb wise men. So I've much ado to know myself. . I don't know how to get clear. with all the depths I owe. Thru the hour-glass they flow.
Sitting under a pine. The deep silence... unbroken around. One dark lake. So placid, so cold.... . Descended night. Throws shadows over water. Brown leaves fly.
What if:. . a) some things are destined to failure. b) some things are never meant to be. c) someone never sees. d) someone never opens. e) somehow we are different.
I wake up in shivers of cold. On a chilly sunny morning of May. My eyes try to catch up with what is going on. They only recall the nights which in dungeons I laid.
Twilight flowers wait for their rise. Building thorns of defence. In the sunset with it's sovran shine. . Thorns, I hear them grow. Their might to show.
How hungry we've become. Like animals naked in shame. Fed with the hooves of apocalypse. That galloped down. Disordered worlds behind. . From word to a word, I was led to a word.
(Christmas). The snow's coming down. (Christmas). I'm watching it fall. (Christmas). Lots of people around. (Christmas). Baby, please come home. . (Christmas).
Lost, misguided minds, feverish dumb. I wonder how your life will end one day. Your soul is caught in a smiling web of sins. You bring the world to it's knees, again and again.
[music: Jivarp, Henriksson]. . now as the lights go down. deeper now it seems than long before. there are no noises here. just a silence gone bad. something I will never hide.
Up from the North we come. From the land of a thousand lakes. A heathen force from the once proud Northland. Where pines are covered with snowflakes. Pagan warriors, hear our battlehymn.
My spirit's rising/my mind is falling/my soul is burning/sweet salvation. Now the road is paved enough blood is spilled/the path is gone...my fate fulfilled/the gate in front of my eyes/where sweet salvation lies.
Via the paths of the four winds. Through the icy valleys and hills. They came led by two ravens. The messengers from the hall of the slain. . Warriors of a thousand battles.
You're waiting for the gates. To be raised. When you walk through. Your life will change. Time after evil. Hour after fear. It's the moment in life. When souls unite.