[Words: A. Loostrom Music: S. Johansson, A. Loostrom] It falls slowly in a gentle silver rain Try to figure out, try to figure out Touch the edge and
[Words: A. Loostrom Music: T. Bjorn, S. Johansson, K. Johansson] I followed a sign, a pattern that bends On the roads with abrupt ends Just leave me
[Words: A. Loostrom Music: A. Loostrom, T. Bjorn, S. Johansson] It's time to go to bed again Another sleepless night in sweat and pain I can't face it
[Words: A. Loostrom Music: T. Bjorn, A. Loostrom, S. Johansson, S. Berglund] I know where it is but can't find the right way to it Listening and watching
[Words & Music: T. Bjorn] Time's running out for you, my friend Can you hear them closing in Your fear is what makes them live and breed It's an obsession
[Words: A. Loostrom Music: T. Bjorn, S. Johansson, A. Loostrom] Percieve an awakening so acquainted Floating and drifting so absorbing Not affected by
I'm the ruler of time And I'm the creator of life Because I am the dominator and faith Condemned by me thou who are immortal Lights of life, darkness
[Words & Music: T. Bjorn] Crying eyes, they are mine Unlike you, I believe I can feel What have we come to? Coexisting for what? Everyday's an insult
as you walk upon the water My heart starts to glow Our garden of memories unfold Deep in our minds a vision is shown A glimmering garden of light Where
Rest your head and close your eyes When the dream starts your problems fly Like a never ending floating stream You await the exciting dream To a world
Watch me, watch me At dawn - I'll find my sanctuary A naked limb patched up so very fresh Life is for the scared and temporary Think me, think me - at
Welcome to a wierd place called life A godforsaken place for beggar man and thieves Face to face with your own horror and frustration Followed by expectations
Drifting away, embraced by silvery veils of grey Something grasps my senses and gently strokes my face Prayers got granted, at last detatched from all
I've sworn a bow so sacred An ancient whispering so honoured The fall from grace of God Bleeding for a decade in respect The fall from grace of God Low
dawn So cold within pain on this endless path So weak I became after all these years Silence surrounds me on a trail of sadness Writing poems of her memory
When the angels gathering the sheep The dreamweaver I will meet In the sleeping garden of tranquillity I've searched and found My private utopia In the sleeping garden
I am a northener I love the cold north wind Which carries my dragonship To foreign land on foray I am a mighty warrior With blood and guts of a viking
I've seen the sun set And transform into the eastern moon I believe the river of nile will flood real soon A plague will strongly dominate Where the curses