: One of man's darkest chapter, it has just begun In the sign of the cross they rise It's the epoch of the inquisition Too many brothers and sisters
: Hostem repellas eternus [The eternal enemy you repel] Pacemque dones et protinus [And immediately the eternal peace you give] Ductore sic de praevio
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: Born through astral constellation Those pictures are now getting clearer Inside his head And sent by the highest god They start to rise from the deepest
: Running away in the autumn rain Did you ever see a little child sleeping? "To be near them will my sorrow drain..." Suddenly I stocked, their bodies
: As dawn is weaving between fallen autumn leaves The poor ones gather under naked trees Asking how to survive, 'cause the winter breaks And medieval
: In the woods we met you, stranger And though we don't know your face Take your fiddle, come on over Sit down 'round the fireplace Watch the flames
: In the tower above the earth, There is a view that reaches far Where we see the universe, I see the fire, I see the end. Seven miles above the
aeons A can of worms that feed our minds The heaven seen by those who lead is hell concealed The seers of the Eschaton Torn in compartmentalization
his pride In his eyes I see there'll be better times along my way Nothing to fear My seer is here There's nothing to fear My seer is here My seer is
The eagle soars above the clouds . . . . . And I may walk in cities Where the wolf once had his fill . . . . . To turn the old to new And wipe our eyes
It went so well for you With a place right where you wanted And the ones to fill it to But something breaks the spell And it hits you every day Until
This time we run This time we hide This time we draw On all the fire we have inside We need some time To find a place Where I can wipe away The madness
If there's one great thing to happen in my life If there's one great day, if there's one great height Let it be the time for peace, let it be the time
Coming out into the day and all that I can see Is the red and white of the King's army I'll meet with them among the pine I'll meet with them by noon
In your fine green ware I will walk with you tonight In your raven hair I will find a Summer night Upon far flung soil I will run you through my head
What would you be if the waves set you free And the wind in your hair brought you sailing to me Tied up on the shore would you weary no more? When will
