You'd be forgiven for thinking I've got a heart of stone. You'd be forgiven for not picking up the phone. You'd be forgiven for thinking our love isn't true.
it's been a long time but we're here again. it's been 5 long years of thunder, lightning and rain. so cold, so hard without you. but tonight we're coming through.
A sharpened shaft shines through morning dew. Drawn out shadows walk on you. Alone I stand to face the day. Tortured by a deathly silent view. . Take my hand, please follow me.
A sharpened shaft shines through morning dew. Drawn out shadows walk on you. Alone I stand to face the day. Tortured by a deathly silent view. . Take my hand, please follow me.
Dedicated to Hannah Stjarnvind. . Alone I sit, I wonder why. You dream of love and so do I. But in your sleep you cannot see. This pain which is always haunting me.
If you are trying to interpret me. You're trying to put me down, you'll see. The dreams I have, you do not know. Don't make me the scapegoat on your insipid show.
The warrior went back to Rome. The nomads settled for solid homes. The crusader returned to heathen. The snake searched for garden of Eden. . The manikin went back in her cocoon.
The warrior went back to Rome. The nomads settled for solid homes. The crusader returned to heathen. The snake searched for garden of Eden. The manikin went back in her cocoon.
He comes at night when the moon is worshipped. A living evil on golden wings. He comes to take me to the abandoned land. The land where darkness is ablazed.
By a pool. Of amber water. A sticky smell. Of carrion kind. Integrates with nature slowly. Green fields I offer you. Snowy mountains in present air. The sunflower tongue.
Music : Hagel, Sorychta. Lyrics : Edlund. Within the heart of every Man. This symbol is its deep. A truly all descending power. But unfortunaly still asleep.
Not far from where I live. They glance in morning breeze. As dividing tiny rays. A morning tries to seize. Greet me my proud little soldiers. Of brown, purple and grey.
Slutligen foll jag pa kampavallen. men sorgen varar ej hos en krigare fallen. Som foda at korparna jag foll. men svardet mitt i handen jag holl. . Valkyriors vackra skepnader jag sag.
To be blessed by an ocean. Takes it's pain and sacrifice. To reach where I am destined. Takes an old man's life. . With blood I soak my idols. With Pride I set my sails.
Yesterday never died - it just went into hiding. It lies slumbering at the bottom of a deep, dark lake. Hidden in the woods of my time. . There was no path to follow, but I found my way.
I live in the moutain hall deep under the earth. Where Odyn's eye never has seen. I hate the white aesir and the sons of earth. Those who bow to gods, thoe whom I despise.