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From the bottom of the pit of nightmares she will come
From the dungeons of insanity to haunt the wicked mind
A crooked finger points, a spell is cast, words can kill
A weaver of the web of tears, a daughter of the dark
Oh, the moon is so cold
See the grace of her presence
Giving you the poisoned apple, beauty or beast
Dancing naked in the rain with eyes that cannot see
Calling demons that have not spoken in a thousand years
Old sad eyes of wisdom tell of dreams we can`t reach
When the moon is so cold
When the air breathes of evil
And the black skies will burn
See her shadow is rising
The dying illusion
The loss of a friend
The dying illusion
Please come back again
The hideous smile of the Devil`s child will tease you to believe
A forbidding shape witch or virgin - over a sinister moon
Fatal grace that blinds and binds, assaults and astounds
From the cradle of eternity to the fears of modern man
When the moon is so cold
When the air breathes of evil
And the black skies will burn
See her shadow is rising
The dying illusion
The loss of a friend
The dying illusion
Please come back again
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Julie`s on the run so far away from home
Mesmerized by promises and gold
Took the wrong left, turn, it`s just a one way street
Now she`s all alone, out in the cold
Yes it`s true we`ve heard it all before
But little Julie laughs no more
Laughs no more
Julie`s now on her way to grandma`s house
A tiny little cottage in the woods
Hunting wolves are chasing this delicious mouse
Where she went we never understood
Nothing really matters anymore
No Julie longer knocks on the door
A fallen princess bends her head in shame
In the end there`s no one else to blame
And she`s falling
Falling without reach
Julie`s falling,
A little girl lost in her dreams
Afraid to go, afraid to live
Into the emptiness what there`s to believe
Julie`s on the bean stalk way up in the clouds
Can`t stop climbing, refuses to look down
The giant in his castle, laughs gives wondrous wows
She`s cast into the stew without a sound
Nothing really matters anymore
No Julie longer knocks on the door
A fallen princess bends her head in shame
In the end there`s no one else to blame
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Rain and thunder, fire and wind
Come with me, I leave with the tide
I wrap my cloak closer `round my shoulders
To keep me warm from the raging storm
The spirits are here to guide my journey
Over the edge of the world
A thousand wounds cry in my soul
Love and pain, a bleeding heart
Where the runes still speak
I`m coming home
Where the runes still speak
Alone I stand on this stony coast
Winds of spring whisper through the trees
The grey horizon gives me life again
Ice, and stone, the voices of the Gods
No woman can show me where the fire burns
No preacher can tell me who I am
My blood is calling me from Asaland
I`m on my way home in the end
Where the runes still speak
I`m coming home
Where the runes still speak
A homeward son will claim his heritage
Walk the soil of this earth
The pen will be his mighty sword
And the truth his defense
I`ve travelled roads that lead to wonder
I`ve seen cities rise and fall
The burden, the cross of a pilgrim
I bear no more, the son is coming home
Where the runes still speak
Son coming home
Where the runes still speak
You closed the door, but I won`t give in
Somewhere my new life will begin
Countless treasures I shared with you
The only one left is my solitude
Where the runes still speak
I`m coming home
Where the runes still speak
Son coming home
Where the runes still speak
Son coming home
Where the runes still speak
I`m coming home
Where the runes still speak
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Where`s the muses cave the isle of the dead
The sign of Eph is gone so is the sun
Tired and confused I sail into the night
With the Devil at my shoulder I`ll be fine
I ride the straits of darkness everyday
No light will lead my way from my pain
Drowned in tideless pools no haven for my mind
In grief I meet the storm eye to eye
On the ebony throne
Lies the diagonstone
My voyage to vanity
Oh, take me there
To the ebony throne
I followed the sirensong
No enlightened society
Can bring me back
In the maelstrom of minds
Like a will-o-the-wisp
I sail on...
I sail the depths of apathy alone
The world is fading I`m a long way from home
Where`s the muses cave the isle of the dead
The sign of Eph is gone so is the sun
On the ebony throne
Lies the diagonstone
My voyage to vanity
Oh, take me there
To the ebony throne
I followed the sirensong
No progressive technology
Can bring me back
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A hymn for the praise of the setting sun
In ancient Egypt my home
Child of Horus catch the morning star
To the Elysian fields we will go
The God at the top of the staircase
The usurper that weighs our hearts
In your court I deliver my soul
To be coming forth by day
In the temple of the dead
In the temple of the dead
North, south, east and west
My bones lay all around
My shadow will soon get rest
To higher ground I`ll be bound
In the temple of the dead
In the temple of the dead
I am the Moongod who dwelleth among the dead
I shall not perish in heaven or on earth
I`ve cleft the horizon, I`ve passed through the underworld
I have divided the heavens and scattered the gloom of night
To sail the northern heaven
With the sacred eye of stars
The white crown I bear forever
The immortality of my soul
In the temple of the dead
In the temple of the dead
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Black inferno, chaos reigns supreme
A cancerous growth spreading out the dark
Leaving the wounded land in ashes
A civilization in ruins and decay
Nothing left to admire
Nuclear war and the aftermath
Down in flames, a rain of fire
Time has run out
Whores and scavengers violating the dead
Like a filthy flock of hungry wolves
Tortured shapes of steel against the sky
The eve of destruction, the final tragedy
Nothing left to admire
Nuclear war and the aftermath
Down in flames, a rain of fire
Time has run out
Nothing left to admire
Nuclear war and the aftermath
Down in flames, a rain of fire
Time has run out
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Every night outside my window, she is there
A frozen shadow in the street
Surrounded by silence and unspoken terror
Hell on high heels
Demonic hunger, a mistress from the grave
"Welcome", she smiles
The poisoned smell of her sexuality
Says: "Love me to death"
I can`t resist the fear
Her deadly demands
Desires of the flesh
What she commands
I cannot move, I cannot run, I cannot hide
Hypnotized like a fool
Eyes of floating coal and dancing firelight
Oh, hell`s own delight
She has got me engulfed by her nature
A slave under her will
In her grasp she is boiling my blood
Just in for the kill
I can`t resist the fear
Her deadly demands
Desires of the flesh
What she commands
Black eyes, the crystals of fire are calling my soul
Black eyes, the burning desire is taking control
Black eyes, the crystals of fire are calling my soul
Black eyes, the burning desire is taking control
Oh no, what can I do. Can`t resist... those black eyes
Every night outside my window, she is there
A frozen shadow in the street
Surrounded by silence and unspoken terror
It`s hell on high heels
She has got me engulfed by her nature
A slave under her will
In her grasp she is boiling my blood
Just in for the kill
I can`t resist the fear
Her deadly demands
Desires of the flesh
What she commands
Black eyes, the crystals of fire are calling my soul
Black eyes, the burning desire is taking control
Black eyes, the crystals of fire are calling my soul
Black eyes, the burning desire is taking control
Oh no, what can I do. Can`t resist... those black eyes
Oh no, what can I do. Can`t resist... those black eyes
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In the winter cold I see the blood
Clotting slowly in the snow
Unsung heroes cry in the night
May they die before dawn
Broken banners mourn fallen crowns
Grieving swords lay all around
As the swan song touches the mountainside
Unseeing eyes look at you
Can`t you hear it
Hear the sorrows wail
Oh, you can`t see it
The newborn day
Impaled hearts welcome the end of pain
Black blood releasing warrior souls
Vultures circle around the fields of grief
Another graveyard, another tale
Can`t you hear it
Hear the sorrows wail
Oh, you can`t see it
The newborn day
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