In the woods not far from here, stands an age old dead tree On a meadow once green, nothing grows now They used to hang people from this oak, or so
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Things are different at night They are waiting just out of sight Faces in the window of an empty house Whispers echoing through silent halls Alone Never
Still Holding on to a memory (of a dream) Clung to a ghost of the past, I am entangled in a maze (of the self) With no way out ...Alive Tired of
Vajnajalaan Luotteita noutamaan Joita elavat ei Koskaan tietaa saa Rautaa Rautaa ja verta haahuilevat haamut verisurman Naajnas Vapauta veresi Tuleski
Pohjolan kylmilla korpimailla Viimeisella elonpiirilla Ajan ja kuoleman tuollapuolen Missa tuuli veisaa eri laulua Ja metsa katkee salaisuudet Laskee
The sun sets below the foam of the ocean And the shore is fast asleep I stood on the mountain and sang When my verses hit the water they were already
Life fades away like the days Autumnal rains sweep the plains Once at one's journey's end So short seem our days The eternal arrow of life Points to one
How chill is morning, how cold its melody. On a season of withering, when time stands still I listened and the wind spoke to me, I heard the woods
From the depths of the gray Marching and singing they came A noble ancient folk Relic from the days of olde These hearts burns with hate These eyes cry
Enter my inmost night As Pestilence I'll arrive A plague upon your Christian beliefs Malignant disease with no redeem A wolf, feasting on the sheep
Longing, yearning / wishful, dread Plaintive, mourning / woeful, weary Cruel be the wind that carries this tune, Song Clad in mourning veil. Deaf
Hysterical, irrational. Vortex of utter meaningless Black Hole Delirium. Cast into the starshaped void The misanthrope's masterplan, call forth the forces
Hear the tune from the woodlands Ghastly, forlorn Hear the song of the forest Pale, eternal! I carve the runes for the spirits to speak For the ghosts
Summer bleeds its last shades of green To the darkened pool of dead emotions Pond of decayed dreams and withered love Why should I carry on, when all
Crush the faith of weakling followers, burn down their filthy shrines Desecrate and mock their petty values, avenge the deeds of history Never forget