Kuckuck, Kuckuck, ruft aus dem Wald Lasset uns singen, tanzen und springen Fruhling, Fruhling, wird es nun bald Kuckuck, Kuckuck, lasst nicht sein Schrei
The memories that now rests in this forest Forever shadowing the sunrise of my heart Wings leave their nest at my coming Swaying away unto the cold glowing
see the candle of life burns out before your eyes like a mirrors reflection death is what you see cold blood flows through your veins death is a fact
Bonus DVD - Live at Wacken 2008 [Blind Guardian cover] Now you all know The bards and their songs When hours have gone by I'll close my eyes In a world
[Blind Guardian cover] Now you all know The bards and their songs When hours have gone by I'll close my eyes In a world far away We may meet again But
By the sacred grove, where the waters flow We will come and go, in the forest In the summer rain, we will meet again We will learn the code of the ancient
Oh my friend don't get caught in yesterday, All the things we've heard have left and made their way, Lower your guns even if love has turned to spite
Am I in a scene from 'Midsummer Nights Dream'? I thought raves like these died in the 90s? The forest is breathing along with us tonight Upper Class
A scream and a cry and a yell. A father in the forest searching for his children. Children, children where have you gone to. Because of me you have forgotten
Take me home, somewhere safe Lean on me, saving grace Such a light, where you are Something new, forest fire I'll miss this when it's gone Let's not
When you're a young man, down and out You really need someone to help you out It looks like life or death is your only choice It's really hard to see
I see buds that are green, red roses too I see the blunts, for me and you And I say to myself, what a wonderful world It's the illest little story for
Oh, my friend Don't get caught in yesterday All the things we've heard Have left and made their way Lower your guns even if love has turned to spite
Black, like a forest and still, like a lion, my knees are bended We used to speak a different language I wasted my breath on words soon forgotten, left
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