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I remember, it was December
The darkest winter, my body shivered The coldest snow, cold northwind blew The greatest storm hit like the thorns The place'd been chosen and God howled there The wind was his voice, the snow was his soil Without a heart in those frozen years His searching ended and my heart was gone Northern doom, life in the frost'The coldest bloom, the time has stopped Lethal wind, the freezing orgy'Cold death, there's no glory Northern bloom, the heart I've lost'The coldest doom, my life has stopped Killing wind, the lethal orgy'Blood must be shed, mine is this story Without heart I'm cold as snow, Itry to reach for it once more I follow the sunlight and hear the howl The last light will end up in God's mouth I thought I could make it to the end But finally my faith started to bend Surviving, it was all I thought I wanted to live still one hundred years more I remember, it was December The darkest winter, my body shivered The coldest snow, cold northwind blew The greatest storm hit like the thorns The place'd been chosen and God howled there The wind was his voice, the snow was his soil Without a heart in those frozen years His searching ended and my heart was gone Chorus He made me bleed when I was asleep I bled for the frost, I bled for my fears He stole my heart and carried it away... And when cried, only the echoes remained Clear wisdom I finally had I felt so empty, I felt so sad He took my heart so far away I started my life as a northern slave Chorus |
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I close my eyes to see within myself
As the first snow falls on me I close my ears to hear my inner voice And the cold wind freezes me This is my land, our holy land I don't want to leave this place But there are unholy men all around us And they want to take it away Their hearts are filled with mean passion... Red blood on their hands Tonight is the last night We're a part of this land I open my eyes and my ears I see nothing but darkness I hear the wind behind the distant hills Far beyond this vale Chorus I am Alge from the land of Wuowjo' The only son of Goashem I'm the leader of these people now From the vale of white reindeer Chorus 1 |
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Sometimes it's just the time to res
And leave all your pain behind Time heals the wounds of loneliness And leaves the scars of wisdom into your mind Romance, it didn't last Emotions were frozen by the past My heart bears the scars Wall of pain covers my heart Yearning to fly once again On the broken wings of hope I will rise Flying with a singing nightingale And join the final dawn of my life Chorus See her eye to eye, find the end of time Falling down so lonely, down to her arms |
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Alone with the questions
An outcast for many years He has seen those marble archways And the avenue of crimson tears Now shadows are staring at him But he turns his face away They remind him of his true self Gone with the first winter day Yesterday's like a dream And tomorrow's like a mirage When's the time to get eternal rest? When's the endless roaming over? His frequent groans were only Silent whispers in the whirlwind He ended up in this timeless race Just for his father's sins On his father's grave he swore: "I'll accomplish your endless task" But his wings were burnt by the sunlight And his mirth hiding behind the mask Chorus Then he heard the stentorian noise Beyond the mountains The ancient coronach of flora and fauna He remembered an old gnostic tale Of the coruscating crystal of tranquillity He had travelled through time Seen the runes of the light and the dark He found the answer to his questions "How to free his chained heart" The eternal one can finally rest He is one of the mortals now The beauty of the crystal glowing And his eyes shining with it, somehow Chorus |
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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 So many storms have passed by So many lives still have to die Before Seita is satisfied And gives us the peaceful life Mighty shades of the sunless days Are our cradles as well as graves Seita never betrays his sons Northern folk's holiest God Chorus |