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Sun rises on another gloomy day. Again I'm dressed in black, it's not healthy to feel this way. Constant fear running through my head. Dreams turn to
time I'm telling you there ain't no one No one, no one, no one Can get in the way of what I'm feeling No one, no one, no one Can get in the way of what
any given day And when it comes to shooting stars I have seen a few But I've never seen anything as beautiful, No I've never seen, anything, as beautiful as
day And When it comes to shooting stars, I've seen a few, But I've never seen anything as beautiful as you... Holding you in my arms, no one else has
The start of my dream Reborn I will be, forever I will hunt! As a traveller throughout time Reborn I will be Forever I will hunt, forever I will be As
die Hand die verletzt (his is the hand that wounds) G?tterd¤mmerung! We are gods, God is man His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds! As
Descend into Darkness Evil prevails Show me the way Storm the Gates of Heaven MASTER! Lucifer... You're the one Descend into Darkness Evil prevails Left
(from Gallia to Germania) I still hear the ancient warcry (Roma to Brittania) I still hear the ancient battlecry The great old European heroes, the
No house stood there but straight Its walls must crack In full mid-day The darkness was so grand And no light was in the land... Fatherland
Hate! Take the blood, take the blood Of my enemies Total hate I want them to die Total misantropia Who needs weak flesh or family Total misantropia Say
O Satan, prends piti© de ma longe mis?re ! Oh Thou, the most savage of angels God only judges mild Those who chant songs to his praise Oh Prince of
Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix) Honoured be Thy deeds Leading our tribes against the aggressor Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won (
And the horn called for war! The Franks strike on, their hearts are good and stout Moors are slain, a thousandfold, in crowds Left of five score are
Longing for the Ancient Kingdom Darkness still awaits Searching for the Ancient Wisdom Let Fear reign once again! Evil calling Evil calling Evil calling
Willing Doom Children of Italia In ancient times "Roma Caput Mundi" De Verenigde Nederlanden, parel van het noorden Belgium and The Netherlands stood as one
land of the Flanders From field to shore Shall view us as victors Oh, land of the Flanders From field to shore Shall view us as victors Or view us no
Plain as an endless desert Or uttermost vile storms are Teaching my people humbleness Then one can see my land resist There one can see my land fight As
