my feeble heart is longing for the wood, where all dark cast a shadow...." It's pale morrow landscape, Has now risen through the bleak night over the moors
, destination Mars You've got me rockin' with your Bach in the moors of... You've got me rockin' with your Bach in the moors of Mars
[lyrics by Harry Conklin] On the fields of our fathers land Marsh green pride of ENGLAND On the moors our fathers rest Their tales are not forgotten
Tradução: Carpathian Forest. Viaje por los moros en frío de Svarttjern.
Tradução: Eternal Tears of Sorrow. A los moros.
off right into that blue sky We'll travel to the stars, destination Mars You've got me rockin' with your Bach in the moors of Mars
: Far, Tyrians of the oceans far, keep yourselves in motion, far, to set up a town, far, where the Sun goes down. [Bridge:] Away, where skies are always
: By night, death at nigrum Masses. By day, emptying liquor glasses. This time, a remorse harasses: I can't help doing it! [Bridge:] Blood and semen
: Listen! Listen! It's all around. Everybody's gonna pick up the sound. You feel the beat, you get a shock when your soul harmonized with rock [Chorus
: Con diez canones por banda, viento en popa, a toda vela, no corta el mar, sino vuela un velero bergatin. Bajel pirata que llaman, por su bravura, El
: Love came to me, love for good, from the stone. With love, how could I be alone? Love came to me, after life from the stone. Me and my wife on our
: Life is a dream... Nothing's inside such as it seems, as you've eyed. Life is a dream, so dreams the ram like dreams the lamb, thus, I just dream
: [Instrumental]
: [Chorus I] Her soul will be a swan Until She feels The love of nobleman Forever her soul will be a swan Until She feels The love of nobleman In swan