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Scattered On The Wind
05:44
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Blazing torch of great pioneer
Untimely burnt out at age 38
Hymns that immortalized thy legacy
Inexhaustable spring of inspiration
I let it flow sincerely from the heart
As I tumble the steps you once walked
Humbly admitting to myself
I shall never reach the heights of thy splendor
Let my candle ablaze a furor fire
With no smoldering embers left behind
Let the twilight hour grant me the peace
This life was unable to bring
Let there be no regrets - no stones unturned
When my ashes scatters on the north wind
"The sound of thunder, of wind and of rain
Made way for the one who rode to Asa bay"
Let my candle ablaze a furor fire
With no smoldering embers left behind
Let there be no regrets - no stones unturned
When our spirits rejoice in the great halls...
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Raven
05:42
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Soaring high above
Feathers shine like black gold
On this twilight hour
O' watcher of ages
That are now long gone by
Unaltered by time
The bearer of secrets
Of whispering old forests
Shrouded by myths
Now solemnly rise
On your wings and carry
My song to Valhalla
On the throne of wood and leaf
The wisest of your kind
Messengers of one eyed god
Two silhouettes in the sky
Soaring high above
Feathers shine like black gold
On this twilight hour
You herald the coming end
For the worn out and dying
Beneath the firmament
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Suncrown
07:08
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The sun has risen to coronate the new day
She wears its crown like fire on her hair
With moon silver upon her timeless face
Without sorrow she cries her fertile tears
The life she's granted is not here to last
The day will come when she'll claim it back
With sun descending into the ocean waves
Without fear I absorb the coming end
And days fall like dead leaves
From the tree of life until it's bare
When ravens begins to circle
And her voice is calling you
You know it's good day to die
Suncrown - coronation of her fertile force
Suncrown - unending cycle of birth and death
And days fall like dead leaves
From the tree of life until it's bare
When life has become a heavy burden
And has nothing left to offer it's good day to die
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Robe Of Winter (Sorrow)
06:37
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Dressed in pale robe of winter
The aura of grey pastures
Brought no joy for the mourner
Whose last memory it became
From window he watched the birds fly
Ascending along the north winds gale
Again the moon is full upon the brook of tears
Enwrapped in silver - blood from his veins
Flowing steadily with a smile on his lips
And the robe of winter became his funeral dress
From window he watched the birds fly
Ascending along the north winds gale
Thus they lit a soothing fire
Tranquility before the end...
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