Let?s have bizarre celebrations Let?s forget who forget what forget where We?ll have bizarre celebrations I?ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride
me, Nevermore thy hills I'll see. Evermore my heart will be. Lost in the mists of Islay. Aha?¦.Lost in the mists of Islay Lost in the mists of Islay
morning sun (sun) Jump as sunlight skims the sky Downstairs radiation burns my eyes (eyes) Darkness is a sound of the morning sun And the misty mist
Tales from the spirit of gold Hunters come in the night of glory Prophets lying and creating gods Proclameting darkness, my master fall Break up point
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See through the black with eyes of the dead Cast in the bones, Angel of Death Thirteen moons, thirteen men, prepared to die Deep in the mist out of the
home To the mists of down below I'll be flying come September day With no borders in my way You'll find me home until the May sun burns The heavy mists
To the mists of down below I'll be flying come September day With no borders in my way You'll find me home until the May sun burns The heavy mists of
word can be heard and then There is silence everywhere Tragedy born in the mist of void Chilly wind blows straight into our faces Tragedy born in the mist
so Dusty and Old Beside the Vast Snowy Woodland Beside the Enormous Hillsides of Frost Below the Magnificent Starsky Black I am Cloaked by the Moonshine Mist
Don't get any big ideas, they're not gonna happen You paint yourself white and feel up with noise But there'll be something missing Now that you've found
Saying: "I don't care for others, I am God myself" Millions in suffering, billions of tears This world is secured for how many years? Mist of the Spiritual
's a solution We'll try it today You're my salvation So listen to me Here's a solution Try it today You're my salvation So listen to me The mist is
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throne increases as it's done forever A dragon in disquise will send a knight to make its mark Fly away on the dragon's mist And seek the heir of kings
[Music: Halfdan] [Lyrics: Halfdan] Irrbloss A¤r ditt hopp Ack, denna vanmakt! SkA¦njer du vA¤rldsintet? Livet A¤r blott en strimma svart i det grA?:
Slow mine feet are, frozen their veins. Still closing helplessly afar, waking the creatures within. I am a lonely traveller, awaiting to sleep eternally
She lies awake in the silent night With her mind wide open She fears what shall appear As she stares into The Dark Beyond these tall majestic trees Her
