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Mountains of North shall erupt And flames of dark land will rise Hail to one who hails Blood for one who bleeds Blood to one who hails Hail for one who
We craved the light From the darkness It's a morning of misfortune The dawn of a mankind Listen to me Instead of a blind folk's speak Forget the mature
We have to know, we have to see Religions so many, which one is for real That it makes us to believe? Crushing the chains of faith To find the way of
Forging future from the timeless stone Oh let me know how far I can go Answering the questions that no one ever asks Float through the sea of madness
============== (lyrics: E. Holopainen) (music: T. Koivusaari) In his eyes The evil spirit rise Turns to darkness with Satan's name "As the
The calloo's spirits are low Swimming on the chill water But the orphan's are lower Walking down the village street The sparrow's belly is chill Sitting
Intro
Sorrow is my bread And tears I drink as wine Oblivion my happiness Ground under tooth of time For cold be the stone When frost devoured the land Consolation
[Bonus Track] [Lyrics are based on a single tale from Kalevala, Kullervo's Story] [music: Koivusaari, lyrics: Joutsen] You have a woman here One made
For the cold pale women I leave some of my goodness I leave the veil of sin And let go my dreams Eternity follows me everywhere Your words so hollow
No longer I was breathing No more bleeding Inside the urn Under a soil and black stone Under a soil and black stone And I was listening And felt no pain
O old man, good god careful man of heaven Keeper of storm clouds, make misty weather And create a tiny cloud in whose shelter I may go
[lyrics: E. Holopainen] [music: T. Koivusaari & E. Holopainen] As the sun falls down and the swell crashes into the shore The great warriors of doom
In the vale where I once listened out for the light Where the little birds warble The ptarmigans babble And my heart looked about for some rest from its
[music: Holopainen / Kallio, lyrics: Joutsen] Spring it came in one day The clouds in front of the moon Tore themselves to shreds So that two moons passed
Withered be the flower Long past it's prime and bloom Forgotten on the stony bed This silent hillside tomb For coppered be the grip Of this wooded land
As the sun falls down And the swell crashes into the shore The great warriors of doom and wind Ride high, ride Silent is the silence The only breathing