[music: Talala & Hiltula & Puolakanaho & EToS]. [lyrics: Vetel?inen & Talala]. . I see the darkness falling on these fields. I feel the cold hands of the midwinter night.
Like frozen leaves. We are falling. On to the soil so barren and cold. . The rays of sun. No more warming. Our hearts now so cold. . Through this field.
Thou shalt not let the witch woman live, the queen of death and life. The mother earth, the mother goddess, the feared devil's wife. From the seven circles of fire she's risen with unholy faith.
I hear the silent whispers,. Darkness still upon me,. All those empty words. from the buried heart. . I don't know where fear ends. and where hate begins,.
It's autumn night,. The pale moon reveals my emptiness,. And my hollow wrath and fear inside. . I close my eyes,. To sense her nightly lust once again,.
[music: Talala & Hiltula & Puolakanaho & EToS]. [lyrics: Vetel?inen & Puolakanaho]. . I'm crucified into my dreams. By the hurting nails of my memories.
I caressed her suffering soul. With my love and true desier. But she ripped off my pounding heart. And buried it six feet under. . I tried to resist a rhyme.
Resounding through the darkness, the summoning of the wild. Be a hunter for the dying or a prey for their lives. . Kill for forgiveness, share the grace of revenge.
See a raven flying there, the great bird of destiny. Coming from an eternal place where silent river flows. It's my to go to the place unknown... Human harvest.
Prophecies in my dreams. Dark rain forming black streams. . When I'm waking up. I can still feel it. The deadly rain all over me. . Autumn harvest is there.
[by Accept]. . He's got the power - he's like a god. But he's a devil of flesh and blood. A '45 is his religion - code of silence his belief. It's a kiss of death.
[music: Puolakanaho & Hiltula & EToS]. [lyrics: Puolakanaho & Vetel?inen]. . And the ancient mystic words misled me.... They reached my hidden innocence.
A great stone of the Ancient ones... It has passed from a father to a son. All the years it has been the same... The greatest saint of the northern ways.
When the last angel's falling above the crimson sea,. By the sun's final rising, I don't even see. . How the silent tears are flowing from the reaper's eyes,.