Ta min sjel min vind fra nord la den fly med deg over de gronne enger of dype skoger hersker med makt Nar du sveiper over landet som tordern din bror
Bloodred sky Bloodred fields The sun in its last breath Providing the shadows of the trees A moment to dance before death Still - Their makers dance In
Alone in the silence with the trees sleeping I am waiting patiently I am waiting for the storms Fresh and pure strength, I desire, and I will recieve
[instrumental]
i break the chains that holds the storm i feel its pulse it hammers the sky volcanic winds of blooded rage mind tearing frost shall provide brutal death
Ice, snow, cold, hear me now I am in agony I scream your name I wish to speak with you all lords of the winter Cold, come and freeze the mighty oceans
Time for gathering Beware of the barriers they are weak Blinded we were led astray Behold as the truth of might returns Manipulation open your eyes and
at dusk a stillness falls defeated warriors seized from life shielding the landscape, they lie as legions have before them the crow spirals down from
in shimmering circle of silver light by lightning, thunder, hail and wind i conjure thee in icy wind and spitting fire through flowing stream and ancient
once again - we have prevailed for our belief under the sun - we have fought hurling our swords into our foes as it spurts - and covers the grass drinking
Castle of ice, a majestic sight. Falcons, eagles and mighty ravens circling above guarding this enchanting sight built out of dreams and wishes dreams
mektige norskc sjeler bemorket av norronsk trollskhet ut av taakcslor, de vandret morke krigerske sjeler stolthet styrket av blod majestetisk krigersk
Through winter storms, be rode through icy mountains and cold valleys, be rode fear in his mind fear of death this fight could be his last one mans battle
Oh Saturn, come ... devour me, save in your Darkness I long to sleep. I'll make my heart a sword of steel, I will not doubt, will never feel. All petrified
[Original music & lyrics by NICO] "Seinem Geiste bekenne ich mich, ein Sehnen verzehret sein schA¶nes Gesicht, daA?, ermattet, von GA?te beschattet,
[see track 4]
He woke up, as his flesh fell off ... slice by slice, Floating high up in the air, more than ten-thousand miles. He said, he was crucified underneath
From far beyond the veil of sleep some ancient voice does seem to whisper my forgotten name weakly, yet solemnly. So remotely that one night think it