[Music: Wiklund]. [Lyrics: Schulman]. . Riding through storms. And blowing winds. The winter night. Like a Northern breeze. . Onward to the grace. Burn me in the dimension.
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[Music: Wiklund]. [Lyrics: Schulman]. . We are tormented souls of the unlight. Conquering the earth with spiteful storms. . Rise from the realms of darkness.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------. Both sides the Tweed. What's the spring breathing jasmine and rose. What's the summer with all its gay train.
[Lyrics: M. Schulman]. . Ashes to ashes - Dust to dust. Our time will come - We will never forget. . Supreme destruction. A neverending nightmare. Final oblivion.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------. By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,. Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon'..
Par vent debout, le cul sur la falaise. J'ai vu sortir le cotre du nant. Charg d'pices ou de richesses anglaises. Et sa voilure macule de sang.... . Hardi les gars, n'allez pas croire.
[Music: Wiklund]. [Lyrics: Schulman]. . Looking through the crystal ball. See the future in the painted glass. Inside the soul of a haunted one. Spirits of darkness raving in grief.
[Music: Martin & Andreas]. [Lyrics: Martin]. . In a sea of blood. People of sorrow. find their hell. Their purulent minds decay. . Ocean of the dead. Evil trepidation.
Tell me where the time go. Looking at the pictures in my brain I rewind slow. Only one life but for me I got 9 more. Nothing last forever unless you look with your eyes closed.
Blowing In The Wind. D. G. D. G. A7. How many roads must a man walk down,before you will call him a man ?. D. G. D. G. A7. How many seas must a white dove sail before she rests in the sand ?.
(Verse 1). I'm looking through the eyes of the wood frames. Some shit you can't hide, its like a new game. Honestly I'm not surprised, I knew it would change.
THE BLACK VELVET BAND. ---------------------. . v.1 In a neat little town they call Belfast,. An apprentice to trade I was bound,. And manys the hour of sweet happiness.
[Target locked, await supreme fear]. . [Lyrics: J. Jansson]. . Serpent whispers beyond the sun. Nocturnal gates - devours the light. Synchronic vortex above the stars.
The Banks of Newfoundland. D G D A D. On St. Patrick's Day the seventeenth from New York we set sail.. D A D A. Kind fortune did favor us with a sweet and pleasant gale,.
Face to face with the man in the mirror. Stem blur but yet I'm making it clearer. And the fame getting nearer. I'm looking like a lucrative figure. they know my name I'm just making it bigger.
[Music: Schulman]. [Lyrics: Schulman]. . Bloodthirst reflects my freezing hunger. Shadows are born in a twilight fire. Tyrants lusting at the castle. The final chapter is to be undead.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------. Should auld acquaintance be forgot,. and ne'er brought to mind?. Should auld acquaintance be forgot.
Daydreamin. wishing of things I can't be in. visions of a better life, no more playing him. cuz I know dem girls soon gon b craving him. scrolling through they ipod, who they favorite, him.
[Lyrics: M. Schulman]. . March towards damnation. Through a land laid to ash. Darkness has conquered. Every piece of light. A hellbrigade on the move.