Dalszövegek
Great Northern Into The Sun

Turn it up Till the clock is done and left Till it's left behind me It's just like staring into the sun [X7] It's just like... We owe it all to the sun

summer The ecstasy's still in my spine Coat check, I couldn't remember Walked into the winter Came out on the other side And in the south, the sun is

holds him tight knows his little body well he's come from her she moves back into the trees not like northern trees but the jungle somewhere moves deeper and deeper into

Terät tanssikaa... verta janoten... [English translation:] [BLOOD OF AN APOSTATE] Dying out is the sheen of the sun, darkness closing in and the

dead. The clouds pass by. God hovers over us and shrieks We don't hear the slightest crackle Can't see the slightest smiles And we blur into our death and the second great

behind The place were I come from is with me all the time You could walk the streets when the sun goes down In my little town You don't need defenses when the sun

As the sun falls down And the swell crashes into the shore The great warriors of doom and wind Ride high, ride Silent is the silence The only breathing

hymn to him Awake my little one The seed of revolution Sewn in the sleeveOf cloth humbly worn Where others are adorned Above the northern plainThe great birds flyWith great

as serpent's tooth... I fall into the rapturous embrace of sloe-eyed witches, The moon gleaming upon their ivory bosoms, And descend into the still,