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Tekst poruke: HTML je: BBCode je:	[quote] Dana 2007-08-23 14:51, stefan je napisao: [b]by Falconer[/b] 1. Up on the Grave Of Guilt Deep inside the black and winding mazes I'm running from my ghouls, My own thoughts are replaced by the hidden faces deep from my soul. Longing to see time rolling by to case the thoughts of regret My bad conscience tears me apart, how will I ever forget Dark recollections gnaw my inside I've tried to run and I've tried to hide Reaching the barrow of my memories to lay the final stone upon the grave Searching inner kingdoms for control to put the lid of oblivion upon the grave of guilt As I look into the mirror I do not see my face Two lying hollow eyes is staring back with the look of shame and disgrace My past is darkening my future as my present dies Every morning is a step towards the edge of my soul's demise Yesterday's demons is like a plague to my mind that never seems to cure Imprisoning me to what I left behind letting my conscience unchaine no more 2. Hersey In Disguise Behind the dark walls dark secrets hide in the shadows An coil presence in the fortress of light Darkness is falling as the spirit iof god slips away You're a sinner by night and a holy saint by day In the sacred corridors evil is set free, lurking among the shadows of the mnastery Hersey in Disguise Hersey in Disguise His eyes glow like fire as he turns the ancient pages Discovering mysteries not revealed in many ages Brother William, brother of sin What do you do as the sun descends? Beware of what you might see as you open the door to the beast 3. Wings Of Serenity Oh, you gracful eagle that soar in the air, how I enoy your chainless life You are calling from your sky living under the sun, yjust riding the winds up high. Your cliff is your castle, you're nature's truly royal, aking in brown and grey, Look down on the follish man competing with time, chasing his precious day You're flying on winds of serenity into the blinding light. You're the majesty of freedom living life at its height You're flying on wings of serenity you're soaring above the ground YouÄre the majesty of freedom tranquillity is your crown Oh, please let me follow you on youre journey to the clouds Take me up on your wide wings and show me your world We will cross the skies new horizons we'll see, cross the slumbering landscapes and disappearing into the dawn 4. A Quest For The Crown Many men are sent on a quest for the crown searching all corners of the great land. The minstrel tries to sing as before but the jester he laughs no more Many men are sent on a mission of hope asking fortune-tellers and the wise men where the royal crown is to be found, promissing rewards in silver, gold and pounds When the kind returns from the crusades there is no big welcome on the shore. As he hear the new of the missing crown he shouts at the sky: "have I ever let you down?" The elderly call it a sign as famine strikes the land caught in the grip of the reapers cold hand The mission must succeed or the kingdom will fall with it falls the future if us all, No crystal-ball mange to find guidance in their holy quest. God is the last hope for our nation of earth, stone and damnation. Many years had past since the kind died when one day a young boy looked down into the moat. SOmething was gleaming deep down, what could it be .......... if not the kings crown. 5. Mindtraveller I travel over high mountains through deep valleys and forests Crossing great rivers in search of knowledge of the gods from far beyond place and time I hear a whispering wind, it teels me to strive on through the horizon of my thoughts I am the mindtraveller my quest is man's destiny Teach me secret holy spells and the wisdom of the elderly Gazing into my mind entering my soul. Is there not a secret to unfold. (Here I have advices to be told) I am the mindtraveller seeking wisdom of yore I am the mindexplorer striving to know so much more Spirits of history fill my soul with divine old words I am on the right track out of the haze I'll emerge I reach unknown croners in the back of my mind Never been here before still I recognise it all. I hear the whispering voices clearly all around me, echoing in the valley where magic intellect dwells Finally I can see the blind not knowing why they exists, I hear laments of nature, where led the path we missed? 6. Entering Eternity Riding throguh the echoes of the past while the hooves pound the ground Looking through the mist of the night in the dim and covering light of the moon Pale cold moon be my guide through this forest of the dawn Enchanted wolves lead the way to the land of infinity and destiny I am entering eternity unfolding a new day My future waits for me to take me far away I am opening realities never known before. Here will my soul fly free forevermore New dimensions open for me as I reachh my final horizon Entering the world of the spirits dwelling in the shadowside of the living world I'll be the sould of the wild hawk, the whispering in the blowing wind or at the misty glade I'll be the beast as the hunting wolf or the prey as the hunted hind I'll be riding rays of light or lurking in the night's shade. 7. Royal Galley By the rail he stands on black waves he rides The tomorrow belongs to him and the queen by his side Do not fear the storm master the oaken galley and be brave at heart for your king and country Turn the prow towards the storm for it's too late to turn back Royal galley under the sky Ooooh ooooh Breaking waves oh, so high Ooooh ooooh The ship is swaying great white sails are torn "Work harder faithful crew, or you'll do nothing more." The firm hand of doom makes the ship heal. Rocking out of control bending up its keel The impsing galley twists and turns struggling in the wild waves Royal galley sailing no more Ooooh ooooh The ship is doomed forevermore Ooooh ooooh Panic and agony hands in the cold air as weÄre heading towards our destiny The figurehead is going down towards the black end never to be seen again crossing the seven seas Clashing waves are our tragic requiem since the maidenvoyage was the last to be The golden flagship of the fleet is heading for its deepest grave Royal galley lost at sea Ooooh ooooh Down in the deep, resint in peace Ooooh ooooh 8. Substitutional World You stared too long into the sun forgot the rest of the sky Don't let the gambler lead you astray the truth is lsipping further away Take a good look up to the sky and tell me what do you see Isn't there a sun amongst the clouds? Then where else could it be? Substitutional world has become their home for all time, they will never taste the real They live in a cage restricted by their own hans they will never feel free Have you ever been dazzled by the bright morninglight? Have you ever heard the birds sing have you ever tasted the gifts of mother earth? You've burnt all your precious wings as you had to touch the sun The ashes in your breath is the bitter taste of what you've done The higher your luckystar rises the deeper you will fall Who are you to impersonate god who are you to know it all? As soon as you see tomorrow dawn the future unfolds before your eyes It's bit a sweet dream you dreamed it's a nightmare of the world's demise 9. Lord Of The Blacksmiths Where the winds sing the laments of times long gone Where the elves dance their dances of solitude Hearken to the mountain can you hear the echoes of the hammer's beat from deep within the shadows? The lord of the baclsmiths keeps forging on through the endless time Master of the anvil allys the metals with an essence of magic With wisdom and sorcery from the beginning of time magnificent mworks are forged for gods and for mighty kings Uncrushable shields powerbelts and magic rings Swords that never miss sceptres and crowns and other things There is a holy presence in his hidden existence Listen to the hymn it sings in the galleries Powerful runes he carves into the shining steel to have protection from the powers of mystery 10. The Past Still Live On Here I walk on pathways so old, travellers of yesterday I still behold Hearken to the waves caressing the shore oh how much land have they seen before Oh, mountain great how much you must know so tell me stories from ages ago Oh, vast sea whom shops sailed upon, why did they sail and where are they gone? Behold the traces of history open your eyes and you'll see that all across the land lies secrets to be revealed The past still lives on Lost mariners who still sail the sears who were your children you no more would see? Earth, wind and water and burning sun, bring me back to when we lived as one 11. Per Tyrssons Döttar I Vänge [The Ballad of Per Tysson's daughters in Vänge] [Lyrics: Tradititional, Translation: Mathias Blad] Per Tyrsson's daughters in Vänge Oh how chilly their woods They were fast asleep a long time ago Whilst the woods burst into leaf The youngest was the first one to awake She soon awoke the others They sat themselves down upon their beds and plaited the hair on each other's heads Then they dressed in clothes of silk and made their way to church When they came to Vänga hill they met three robbers who held them still "Pray, would you care to become robbers' wives? Or would you rather lose your lives?" "We would not care to become robbers' wives. We would much rather lose our lives." They chopped their heads off on birch-wood stem and soon three wells sprung forth by them The bodies were dug down in muddy ground, the clothes they carried to Vänga town. As they arrived in Vänga farm Fru Karin came to greet them. "Say, would you care to buy clothes of silk that nine maidens have knitted and crotcheted?" "Open your bundles and let me see maybe I know them, all three." Fru Karin quivers as never before and runs to Per Tyrsson who stands by the door "There are three robbers outside our farm they've gotten rid of our daughters" Per Tyrsson grabs his sword and then he runs to slay the two older men. He asked the third one before he stroke "Who is your father and mother?" "Our father Per Tyrsson in Vänge, our mother Fru Karin in Skränge." Per Tyrsson went to the smithy and forged himself iron round his waist. "What shall our retribution be?" "We'll build a church out of stone and lime." "Kärna Church shall be its name" Oh how chilly their woods "Oh, how willingly we will build it ." Whilst the woods burst into leaf [Per Tyrssons Döttrar i Vänge] [Lyrics: Tradititional: Swedish Version] Per Tyrssons döttrar i Vänge. Kaller var deras skog. De sovo en sömn för länge. Medan skogen han lövas. Först vaknad den yngsta, sa väckte hon upp de andra Sa satte de sig pa sängestock sa flätade de varandras lock Sa togo de pa sina silkesklar sa gingo de sig at kyrkan Nar som de kommo pa Vänga lid där mötte de tre vallare "Säg viljen I bli vallareviv eller viljen I mistra era unga liv?" "Ej vilja vi blie vallareviv hellre vi miste vart unga liv." De högg deras huvu'n pa björkestock, sa rann där strax tre källor opp Kropparna grovo de ner i dy, kläderna buro de fram till by När som de kommo till Vänga gard ute för dom fru Karin star "Och viljen I köpa silkessörkar, som nio jungfrur har stickat och virkat?" "Lös upp edra knyten och lat mig se, kanhända jag känner dem alla tre." Fru Karin sig för bröstet slar och upp till Per Tyrsson i porten hon gar. Dethaller tre vallare pa var gard de haver gjort av med döttrarna var." Per Tyrsson tar sitt svärd i hand sa högg han ihjäl de äldsta tva Den tredje fraga han innan han slog: "Vad heter er fader och mor?" "Var fader Per Tyrsson ivänge, var moder fru Karin i Skränge." Per Tyrsson han gar sig at smedjan, han lät smida sig järn om midjan "Vad ska vi nu göra för syndamen?" "Vi ska bygga upp en kyrka av kalk och sten!" "Den kyrkan ska heta Kräna." Kaller var deras skog "Den ska vi bygga upp sa gärna" Medan skogen han lövas [/quote]
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