The arctic views Its distant vast And the shifting breeze That blew my horizon Where storm clouds mass Along the skies Dark and brooding Across the blistered
The arctic views it's distant vast And the shifting breeze that blow my horizon Where stormclouds mass along the skies Dark and brooding across the blistered
Traduction: Immortelle. Against the Tide (dans le monde arctique).
Traduction: Immortelle. Against the Tide.
: The arctic views it's distant vast And the shifting breeze that blow my horizon Where stormclouds mass along the skies Dark and brooding across the
high Come to wash my sins away Standing alone in the wind and rain Feeling the fear that is growing Sensing the change in the tide again Brought by
As all our clouds overcast their prose As all I glimpse is eternal darkness And as I bury the fallacy of God The perennial battle against the actual human tide
must see Heavens Hell God has fell Sound the knell Where time and space collide Mortals sit and watch the tide Of Angels crashing up against the sacred
, the coffee taken with cream and scones under the Viennese Moon; whilst we are weighed, we are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again
dread Obsidian Crown, a fearsome mystical artefact countless thousands of years old, a black-jewelled circlet believed once to have been borne upon the immortal
years before Come taste a tide Where demons play the mind On the windrippled steps The everflowing streams of Our enemies blood runs cold Blow the horn for our Tide
Lyrics: Hertrich Once I wrote her name upon the sand, but came a wave and washed it away Again I wrote it with a second hand but came a tide, made my
make any sense Imagination running wild - it can't satisfy my need Oceans taunt me - I'm a patron to the coast Dark seas, cool breeze - today the tide
I rode the sky above the earth I felt the breeze of the world What was lost I should have retrieved What was real Was long gone within of me Crimson tide
requiem shrill. Till Robert, the lord of the Cairn and the Scaur, Unmatched at the bottle, unconquered in war, He drank his poor god-ship as deep as the sea, No tide
the lines Don't be afraid Of painting pictures with your mind Don't be afraid Your path is not of sorrow Don't be afraid Dreams are immortal Rise in the coming tide
of the battle against Chaos to one final act of defiance... [LORD ANGSAAR:] Impertinent mortal wormcast! Do you truly aspire to prevail against me? I
