This is the last day. The last day that I sway. No longer will you dictate what I do or say. I've taken a leave of absence. I've taken a leave of the senses.
There's nothing that you can take from me. That you don't have to a certain degree. God help me feel something cause I feel nothing. What do you want from me? I look around but i can't see.
I heard a voice, just yesterday,. That told me I'm slipping away.. I've never felt like this before,. The sky's not blue anymore.. . Oh, oh,. But the wind still blows.
Show yourself, show me your face, show me who you really are. Don't tell me the reason why you hide yourself from me is because you think that we are similar.
Now showing for your viewing pleasure. To be insecure but how to endure. Why would you wanna be anything like me. Is this how we choose to live our lives.
The day turned night. Inside the mountain a dreary dwarf town. No sound at all. Companion's path leads steep way down. They found the place, the hall of past.
The sky is cloudy. and the full moon's on the rise. your hear a lone wolf howl. the dark's got evil eyes. you'd better look the door. nail up the window-panes.
Deep in the misty forest. In nights when wind stops blowing. And when the moon hides its face. . Spit out of evil darkness. Hell's infants, night's black agents.
Don't be afraid, when we're knocking at your door. Don't need to ask, what the irons may be for. Why do you hesitate, come on and don't be late. We'll be no longer patient.
Flashes of lightning. Destroyin' the peace of the night. On the horizon. There are great flames shining bright. . He's armed, he's ready and willing. To stand and fight 'till the end.
On the pinnacle stood the wizard. Looking down upon the open land. He saw darkness from the east. From the rival hand. Creeping slow across the meadow.
In the tavern of Beloui. Sat Theja with his friend of past. With brad and wine and hearts that feel at ease. Now the inn was warm with joy. Tables full of greatest lads.
The time has come, the witches are ready tonight. on the hill, black sabbath, evil rite. they are descending on magical broomsticks. riding on he-goats through the night.
John feels the stare. He turns and he's there. In the middle of a lonely huge place. The priest speaks to him:. "You think you'll win". With a sneering grin in his nice face.
You feel the metal power. the flame is burning at all hours. hold on to, on to your dream. I want you to shout and scream. . Oh - trust in the fire. when the night is cold.
Throw the ring inside, Theja it's just right. Throw the ring and be free. It's just a headache, what's got in you late. Throw the ring and be free. Just can't, it belongs to me.
Message from the masthead: "Spanish galleon, straight ahead!". Up the shrouds, hoist all the canvas. It is worth the plunder, coming from down under. Filled with spicery and treasures.
Metal nights in the city. can you feel the heat. the aching in your soul. silver chains and black leather. and you're breaking out. of your cage-losing control.
[Since the beginning of time when giants traveled the earth, and dragons were flying through the eternal sky stories has been created. Storeis about many heroes and sorcerers with great magic, These stories have been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years. In our days many people choose not to believe these stories, but those who has pure heart and an open mind shall see what lies beyond our reality and step into the time of the legends. So gather around the fire, closr your eyes, and listen to the Storyteller!].