d'un autre coeur Et loin de nous A cueillir d'autres fleurs Et d'autres rendez-vous My boyfriend is elsewhere I don't know where Close to another heart And far from us Gathering
burned by fired of war The people of the East Grew tired of peace Now mistrust and fear Are new to us here Storm clouds gather Mistrust turns to hate
sun burns my eyes Will this be my last or will I again see it rise? Ancestral pride burns in me I am the king of the northern sea A battle is raging
I was gathering all the things I had to tell you and found that there were more things I had to hide Like lovers in tears doubt and fears inside me
heard beneath the buzzing of the bees Now the insects rule so get down on your knees And the town crier said, ?You God fearing people had better beware Gather
There was a country by the sea, but I cannot say for certain, whether it was part of a lonely isle, or merely some coastal region. A landing-stage of
mind With the silent ones gathered the powers combined No words will break the shells as they broke them Fear won't shatter the walls as it shattered
need to gather to rummage and fetch To shake out my life and give it a stretch To bring shells to the surface, give 'em to you Gifts from the sea floor
Some say it's destiny Whether triumph or tragedy But I believe we cast our nets out on the sea And nothing we gather comes for free I would have paid
heard, beautiful ships gushed through the sea. Like a wind from the north, our ancestors reached the shore. Men from Hordaland, Rogaland and Agder gathered
on a horse of untold grand, adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold of whom the tales since ages unknown told... ...The man arrived at the shore of sea
No one knows its destination Gathering all the victims Victims of persecution In quest of a better world without hate without deadly peril Over the sea
the sea of blood The wails of the dying become the anthem of death The eternal war absorbs all that surrounds it The Gods of death and destruction gather
have changed? From what I gather anyway, Hear me, hear me - punished for silence, Hear me, hear me - should I die down? I'll push aside this fear you
The shapers songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes [Incomprehensible] Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea Appeal
I can tell by the way you're listening, that you're still expecting to hear Your name being called like a summons to all Who have failed to account for their doubts and their fears
upon His plate That beneath the greatest love is a hurricane of hate And God help the critic of the dawn So he stands on the sea and He shouts to the