[Bonus Track]
we are drawn Buried in Stone Dust on my Hands One hundred Years In the pale Shine of a dying Sun I fly beneath the Clouds Like Ravens through midnight
asunder... black-winged devils surge forth from the void... A maelstrom of crimson fire burns above us... what carnage has thou wrought? Not sword, ballistae, nor burning
sun Burns down Don't need to look I am found Lucky If you still remember your name Freedom Visions of a showdown Blood is Boiling in the midnight sun
There Is A Land Where The Sun Shines Eternally Eternally, Eternally Out There In Outer Space Is A Living, Blazing Fire So Vital And Alive That It (Burns
back until I touch the midnight sun Ride the wind Never coming back again Ride the wind Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun Painted flesh
's waiting the Great Clean-up when the the Judgment sluice-heads sweep And I smoke my pipe and I meditate in the light of the Midnight Sun And sometimes
candour in this world of thieves! Way down, Carry me down To the River of Life! Indicate! I hear the call of the roaring sea There's still a fire burning
the joy Right in the darkness none could destroy {chorus} And from the wreckage I will arise Cast the ashes back in their eyes See the fire, I will defend Just keep on burning
speed from town to town (Hey, hey) Two hearts are beating fast But they are still many miles apart Oh, the mood was shining on a distant shore Burning like a fire
he's waiting the Great Clean-up, when the Judgment sluice-heads sweep; And I smoke my pipe and I meditate in the light of the Midnight Sun, And sometimes
sun burns down Don't need to look I am found Lucky, if you still remember your name Freedom, visions of a showdown Blood is boiling in the midnight
my friend And I will come inside Life is a road that is twisted and turned Children of the sun grow up and get burned We should treasure our past but still
that dark She said yes to a drink while her fingers fumbled With a cross on a chain that was swinging above her heart When the morning sun set the midnight sky on fire
let the fires burn inside your eyes we won't give up these memories we won't go near those cemeteries youngbloods, young hearts alike let the fires burn
, spraycans and turntables Bringin the bloodrush like ?Martin Able? But more than once a month, got MC's On the midnight run, through the land of the midnight-sun
the head of the army's Alpha Wing, polished swords, spears and poll-axes reflecting the glow from the myriad torches and braziers which still burned about