- Dying to Meet You
In the eyes of the moon I see you
The face that brought my soul joy
In the reflections of the sun I feel you
The cross that brought me hate and pain
To the other side of the river my soul yearns
I am dying to meet you again
To the ruins of what once was a church my soul yearns
- Enter My Black Dreams
Dark red blood colours me
A thick black cloud lies over
Blood rains down from an angel's cunt
I drink the liquid of power
Entering my black dreams
A world without borders
Where whores suck my flesh
- In Thrall to Ironskull's Heart
In Thrall to Ironskull's Heart
For Ironskull this field we light
Wait upon an enemy who hides
For our wrathful God we shall fight
Learn the debt we owe
Faithful work we do with all our might
- Inside The Circle Of Stones
Along time ago was this stone circle built
The reason behind it remains a mystery
Why was it built at end of all paths?
On a tiny glade where no one could find
I wondered what was the purpose of this strange cult
To quench the thirst of my curiosity I decided to step in
- New Heaven, new Earth
Last part of the song "Yggdrasil Childrens Fall"
Music by Tuomas Holopainen, 10/1994
Act IV: A New Heaven, A New Earth
All the earth burnt in flames
In times the flames will die
One man and one woman survived
- The Crow And The Warrior
The Crow And The Warrior
Once in the silence of the woods
In the shadows of a crescent moon
The eyes scan the beautiful nocturne
The ears enjoy silent songs
i have seen things and heard talks
- The Preacher Came To Town
[Part One: "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"]
A peaceful town down by the lake
A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said
Quite prosperous one might add
Rye fields, cattle, and the riches of the lake
Fallacious was their dormancy of shelter
Blindfolded had they themselves with the shadow of the cross
- Whispers
lead me through the night
blackness... the void covers me
a dream of fullmoon... the light
up through the sky I fly
where are you now?
the beauty of darkness
holocaust... blood for thy soul
I'll carry you through the void
- Without Ceremony And Bell Toll
Summer 1657
A tailor's daughter in pain - bewitched
A healer had told that the witch will be revealed
Before sundown a woman known as evil appeard
That bitch must have done it.
She must be the offspring of satan himself