Dark the days that beckon me throughout the Northland country But there was hope once in my heart when minstrels sang sweet their song From the cup
Fairest and majestic kind draped in royalty and prose Mountains born from youthful forest Cauldrons bore legends CHORUS Holy and sacred are these
The septer song harkens dominion to sew the champion The mantle of the sword bearer becomes the hummer harp of elation Foes from the northren nook and
Hitherto great lamentaions consume us Garland feigning on the crowns of gnomes peril Heralders don hooves in homage and brave tales Saints rue the black
I get a sugar rush Thinking of you too much I get a sugar rush Thinking of you too much I only want to be with you for all eternity A holiday that will
When we were so young and full of life The years have all but disapeared but maybe we'll come back to everything we loved Our hearts remained untouched
Grim nor gale shall hinder clove or heather Ghouls nor satyr partakes goblets and gold fount CHORUS Years have I longed for pleasant times From the
Hear the song of saints forsook by the dark rule Hear the oboes and heirlooms of the ages end in ruins, at last dominon CHORUS We come forth our Lord
I want it all but you WON'T hear me or catch my fall I started pure then you deceived me now I own you back off I've claimed the rule TAKING OVER.......
My love my love are words you used to say Before the days the light went dark in you When I look back our whole lives disappear I'm longing for the way
Sadness sings through daunting hours The cloaks of yarn cover the marshes Hunting for roads in thorn to make our way to my first love The webs weave
Laser boy I'm called the one who makes and creates toys For imaginations to become what they were once Long before the hour glass was cast we were ageless
(the unloved, the unloved...) keep lying to appear complete, you're so not there reap more unjust rewards, who really cares? sick to death of being
lean of means and friends tricked too, by rusting replicants born of percentage the ushering in of newly breds lean of means and friends we perish, we
One so weary of life Have you heard that there are names for this? With no concept of time Much can happen to the incompetent With an updated life You
Minus blood I'm still not you Multiplied you are not so noble Irrational and crippled, too How the life escapes from your veins We've become as murderers
it's overcast and lovely still the apple trees on distant hills are dripping maple, winter white with hope I search on moonless nights sing me sweet sweet
come in brother, show some holiday feeling under wreaths and presents, you'll know where to find patience but I need to cry some more so hear me now,
