Hã¤xor, Maror, Och Vittror

Du ser mig ligga i snn. Blott gonblicket frn att frysa till dds. S du tar mig hem och framfr ppen eld. Stter du blodet i svall. Medan du sjlv tycks frbli lika kall.

Gwenhwyfar

Gregory Ix

Ecclesia Non Novit Sanguinem?

Drakens Tã¥rar

Djã¤vulens Novis

Jag vaknar utsvulten i mrkret. Likblek i ett hav av blod. Med fingrar prydda med vassa klor. Och hjssa krnt med tv sm svarta horn. . Sg mig nu.... ... Vem har jag blivit?.

Djã¤vulen P㥠Engsã¶slott

En svunnen Drm - Vidppna gon. I Grevens bdd - Dr Smn r ett Minne blott. Och nr Timmen blir sen och Rastlsa Steg frn Hall till Hall. Sliter Tystnaden isr.

Dark Is The Seraphim

Falling by numbers before my very eyes. The Kin of the Dragons I've slain by birthright. And seer grant me courage for I know not the peril. That lie ahead down my twisted path.

Crestfallen

Through the woods between stem and bark. Blackened by an eerie sky a moonlit night. High on her heels above the icecold snow. Thunders demons thrilled by the chase.

Chrono Cross

Ã…terbesã¶k (repris)

At Zanarkand

Anno Domini 1232

Alien Nation

In the heat of the violence. The night's exploding everywhere. When hate pulls the trigger. The devil comes to take his share. In the garden of Eden. The time is running out so fast.

Your Heroes Are Dead

I don't know who you are. In the mirror i see you still wear the mask. A disguise, a cure for all the madness. Why don't you get rid. Of the junk you used to wear in front of me.

White Willow

At night I heard the owls say find the truth beneath the stars. You'll have to travel back to heaths of green. The entrance to the oak woods will be revealed to you.

Under The Tree Of Us'dam

[Intro harmony:] "March to the tree". . Step by step, we walked the elfdom as far as the pass of Helm. Now waves of twilight wash our shields, shine in our swords.

To Oak Woods Bestowed

The Silk Dilemma

[Music & Lyrics: Aydan]. . Long the shores of a silent stream. I'm picking up pieces of my life. Finding out I was living my own dream. Beginning once again.

The Scythe

(talking). On this night of nights, she's coming my way. Under this rain, dirty with agony and pain. Mistress of doom, winner of all fights. My glance is reflected in the blade of the scythe.