had ne'er drew breath and as his daughter gave her first cry his beloved wife lay dead. He hunted o'er the moors by day with the falcon that was his pride
Days of the falconer, Telling all the sins of a man who lived long ago, Listen to the songs of the ancient bards, Days of the falconer, Hiding in the
Paved was his road with the golden bricks To the glory and the fame. Yesterday's hero sits quiet and low. Promises of future lies shattered like broken
Many men are sent on a quest for the crown searching all corners of the great land. The minstrel tries to sing as before but the jester he laughs no
Early Morning It's cold and the snow is whirling Like a warning, a promising fate But the king rests in peace on his sled Hooves are pounding So many
Behind the veil of destiny The path might turn in sudden twists of irony. Night turns to day, dark turns to light. End to the beginning on the other
Hold the sceptre to the sky, hold it high to be cleansed. Climb the ancient stone, you child of innocence. Take the sceptre you who didn't crave it,
When profit shows his face our sense of clarity is washed away. Spinning round the axle of greed, don't let the economy stagnate for it's our creed.
Gaze into nature's eyes Is there spite, is there greed? Face your fellow man, Realize he's of evil breed. We ought to be afraid of ourselves. You must
Pa bergets topp i uvgestalt sta Omma. En ruvare i mystick form av visheten i dess varld. Vid berfets fot i skepnad gra sta Omma. En vaktare i skuggorna
Grasp your sword so blindly, time is in for holy war. In the sign of a fairy tale you sacrifice your precious life. Yield to the nonsense, yield
Your wealth and your power Both increase with every day. Theory versus practice as the mould spreads it's way. Ravens fill the sky wolves start
It's the darkened years, Superstition's flying high. There is pain, there is fear In the poverty's sigh. Preachers on a frightening spree, Of demons
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Listen to me children and I will fill your ears with all the sweet things you love to hear. If you are scared of death, here's eternal life. If you're
There are too many stones and life is just made of glass. Mark the words of the fool he will tell you the truth, oh so cruel. You say and I will believe
Far down the path of firelight dreams in the blue-spun twilight hours. Along the lane of winding and silk towards the winged and sacred bowers.
The four hooves echo in the night. Pictures of deepest fear reflect in your eyes, like a fire in your soul. Burst through the forest of the wild. The
