[Johansson / Nordlund / Haglund] He's an unholy ranger, not a logical trainer A prior and preacher with style No one knew he was able No one heard 'bout
[Johansson / Haglund] In the picture of the soldier In a world that's getting colder Colors balms for my kind Some were looking for this haven Rumors
[Johansson / Nordlund / Lindstedt] Come along Won't you hear my song? Well, there's a mystic river; many people shiver But I will burn with delight
[Johansson / Nordlund / Lindstedt] Came out of speed and I knew that I'd won Turning the steel for the king and his crown Scared from the start, I could
[Johansson / Nordlund / Lindstedt] In the feet of dawning; to the pagan sea For the breath of yawning; falling like a leaf See the cries of the aged
[Johansson / Nordlund / Lindstedt] Russian tundra, cold is the night Still it's not too late There's no bail; Siberian trail Doomed to live my last days
[Johansson / Nordlund / Lindstedt] Well, I know I was born with a crown made of troll Faking a smile and I try to move on Calling the shots like the
He's taking control He might be doing wrong It's eating his soul Came out; riding the law They're forced to say: we'll open the door In between; lost
the tyrant and the beast He brought a legion And maybe one day he will rise up and say: I fought in this holy war, in quest to find the Astral Doors Look
[Johansson / Nordlund / Lindstedt] With a gun inside your mouth life's rushing by In the shade of sin; to live you have to die Convicting yourself to
[Johansson / Haglund / Nordlund / Roberg] Prime time suicide; they are creatures with no rights They are so cold; some heads are gonna roll Wipe it off
As the Nightside called for my Name From the Land of Snow and Ice For the Spirits are dancing with me At the Path to the Unlight I will never again
The Shade of an whispering Spirit Came crying to my Bed Its cold dead Lips have cursed me And brought me endless Pain My Flesh is getting colder
As Father Death came to me And took my mortal Frame My Flesh forever adorns the Graveyard And slowly fades away But my Soul will return My Spells
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In eternal Silence 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
I hear the Call of the ancient Forest A thousand Whispers embrace my Mind I am the ancient One Called from the Unlight Cursed by the Might Of the
I've walked alone for Centuries Beneath the Moon Alone so cold out in the Dark I've searched so long for you Whose Blood's the same as I've inside
