Go, look at the moon And inspect the sun! Now they are in the sky Right in their old places Hail, moon, for gleeming Fair one for showing your face Dear
Sparks sent flying, my mind thundering The room of my heart flashing to the sky The flaring of fumes fill my senses Pervade this room and this space
I, I woke up, the God of fire woke me up At the edge of burning ground I'm, I'm damned to put out the fire My hand is a trap for that fire It won't surprise
My soul is bleeding, I feel so small Afraid that this will never end Can't understand the pain in my bones I sleep through another trance Climb over
======================== (lyrics: E. Holopainen) (music: E. Holopainen, T. Koivusaari & O.P. Laine) True Celtic power from the cape of Cornwall
[lyrics: E. Holopainen] [music: E. Holopainen, T. Koivusaari & O.P. Laine] True Celtic power from the cape of Cornwall Cry of hope, angels cry This
Once I was there standing outside looking in Beside my window smiling face, shattering It's an old man's pride that climbs over understanding It wasn'
Bathed in the rust of moon Is the death beds lullaby Sung so softly with the stars Reflected in her eyes It's the blaze that beckons men Into the woods
That's what my sister says And during that day Came spring and summer Oh, when did you fly here? It was you I found The same flesh and blood (My flesh
From my world the sun faded And the moon from my sky was gone with stars I came home to a bleak room of sorrow Forsaken house, place of grief, in solitude
Inside this nonexistence I know very clearly The directions, all the points Of every potential quarter I forge my wisdom Into an arc surrounding all
What the thrush toils at, the partridge asks for The hapless one takes, the troubled one steals Puts upon a spade, sets on a runner Hides under a door
I must be out of my mind as I hear you call My name is even though I can't see you anywhere Surely this feeling is coming from something Someone gave
Where have you been, where have you been my son, my merry son? On the seashore, on the seashore mother, my darling one. And what have you been doing
From the misty dreams of nighttime I sought the clarity of my days From the gates of longing Looked for the familiar glow The death of my wife's slayer
In the morning mist by the waning moon Through the woods she set on foot With a sacred blade cut the berries down Dug up the dreaded mandrake root Tread
As I sense their steel As I see the mighty one As we all gather once again The Gods of war summon us, summon us North wind blows to our valley Men with
I let you take this breeding sorrow you're too close to see as the pride inside of you is smashed to smithereens this fire hunts the soulless and the