grave's a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace [Chorus] [With excerpts from William Blake's "The Tyger" and Andrew Marvell's "
the Deer Hunter It's a tough winter Still, I'm inventive This a real friendship We ride under the moonlight, break of dawn Not actors, cowboy hat, mask
cold Atlantic shore The winter rain Kept us in each other's arms until the dawn Do you remember? Faster than the sun Flying higher than everyone Like a dream
I'm the Deer Hunter It's a tough winter Still, I'm inventive This a real friendship We ride under the moonlight, break of dawn Not actors, cowboy hat
is broken And a pure love's been turned into sin At the dawn of our living time, hope may cover all cries Truth lurks hidden in the shadows Dreams might
's a fine and private place but none, I think, do there embrace Chorus (With excerpts from William BlakeA's "The Tyger" and Andrew MarvellA's "To
path in silence A frozen dawn appears where I set my sight Stare into the shadows' wideness Past dreams that I can't freeze To end this winter's
wind Imprisoned there, in dreams within There is a way There is an aim There is a light An angel's voice still guides me Through a winter's night See
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The
I dream...I'm in the forest at winter night ... I see...in the ground a lonely grave... Deceased...body lying in the dark... It's me... I wake up at
of winter comes to me Look at me I'm eternal thought It's a shame but we must part It's just a dream It's just a dream Dreams that
covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance
oblivion is broken And a pure love's been turned into sin At the dawn of our living time Hope may cover all cries Truth lurks hidden in the shadows Dreams
Our paradise, a fragile dream A void is calling, and I'm falling into time's adamant stream Called your name into the night but you're gone Still a
rewrites of dark delight Or the sewers we?ve overrun? I see a winter palace Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity?s spirit
a bit too much rain She can turn a rain cloud into a pot of gold She?s nothing at all like the darkness of night She?s everything wonderful Everything
