The winds Have possessed the faithful ones The prayers Spilled in blood Scream Pagan son Darkness calls Three black roses In hair of the wind In hair of the wind
you are here? The hours are passing like the wind in the air Breathing softly through this heartless despair In sadness and all the madness Now I lay me down to sleep Smell the silence
, a sacred moment in time, when joy and pain collide. It takes a life to create a life. Now she's gone. fear and despair fills up his mind. Anger and
As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway and the silence reach the woods, I awake and rise... Into the night I wander, like many nights
despair Children of dust blown by winds of distress Into uncharted futures stare [Whenever] again the night falls to darken our dawn Silence our lips
I wander through the wind and snow deeper into the unknown; Old spruce trees and the sights of snowy fields I pass by; The forest of my mind.. With fear
ice Metropolis has taken all the dreams of creatures once godlike Creatures once godlike Creatures once godlike Born under a dark sign of hatred terror and despair
one despairing bleat! Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets you will have to pay the bill - tangled in the winding sheets
utters one despairing bleat! CARLOTTA AND CHORUS Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets you will have to pay the bill - tangled in the winding
after the war I will be there - forevermore and I will be there - with the wind and the rain I will be there - somehow - someway - somewhere burning in season of pain and despair
born of hate Forgotten distant time Creation (Creation) Of insane rule (Insane rule) All we hear Desperate cry Endless empty maze Despair, distress and silence
burned To see the stars and dales My heart still yearned for Surrounded by bleakness Osseous trees seemen to Seize the silence A plain of ruins winds
you're falling Chanting words you do not catch Their cries for help you never sensed An organic mass of despair This nightly mare They cry your name, which is silence
not, I won't Our way of life is overthrown Is there really no way? Let us turn back time! [VIII. The Age Of Confusion: Despair] In this deafening of silence
silence voice with whistle of the wind through dim nocturnal, misty air melancholic crying of the wind full of agony and despair those graves with those
Fall back in despair Would that it was me on my back Aching for hours on into weeks Wind sweeps over everyone Collapse Repeat Wind sweeps over