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
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
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
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 Reach
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 full
Fly away my homeward mind Out from darkness and touch the sky Chained and restless, yet flying high On wings of joy leaving my fate behind I feel the
You grasped a pot of gold, now it looks like led. On your path of hunger the gold lies still ahead. At the end of the rainbow another rainbow starts.
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
Behind the dark walls Dark secrets hide in the shadows And in the presence In the fortress of light In the fortress of light Darkness is falling As the
For the moon and the sun And for the winds I've sung Hear how the lovely tones Dance upon my tongue I've gazed upon the Orion For, oh, so many nights
From the western realm they marched Through thunder, storm and rain On a mission to quell the snakes You will search every hole And turn every stick
I travel over high mountains Through deep valleys and forests Crossing great rivers In search of the knowledge of the gods From far beyond place and
HA¶r vindar som vill fly Se korpen i himmel av bly Det A¤r frosten som nalkas Var bjA¶rk och lind A¤r nu kal I skogsrA?ets grA?nande sal Det A¤r frosten
I hope the future guides you well Through archways paved in gold I hope tomorrow leads you right To the gates of heaven To the gates of heaven Count
I sit here by your side and weep you goodbye I'm singing songs of sorrow for you, true gentle rose of mine Upon my arm I've tied a ribbon in black Although
[The Ballad of Per Tysson's daughters in VA¤nge] [Lyrics: Tradititional, Translation: Mathias Blad] Per Tyrsson's daughters in VA¤nge Oh how chilly their
Cry cry, cry your eyes out. You'll get no pity out of me. Try try, to lie your way out. It will not fool me you'll see. You alone have picked the game
There you finally are, sister of the winds And mother of my future deeds I'm in battle, I yet can't win So help me and tell me what you need Let's hear
