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["Drakkar Anni":] We are servants of the night Stalkers, hunters, miscreants Creatures of a black domain Sleepless, sunless revenants ["Alan Morton":]
Living everyday through this nightmare no signs of waking up Surrounded by my fear and frustration paralysed here I stand So I surrender now, and give
[Music: Laiho, Hietala, Goss] [Lyrics: Goss] Fullmoon staring at me tonight time to feed my evil appetite live or die at the strike of midnight the choice
[Music: Hietala, Laiho, Goss, Latvala] [Lyrics: Goss] Lead us to war... ...war! return home because war's where the heart is lead us to war... ...war
[Music: Laiho] [Lyrics: Goss] I have come to claim my throne again seek revenge on you Sir Fortesque though my army is beyond the grave I shall cast
[Music: Laiho, Hietala] [Lyrics: Goss] I've been stopped at the crossroads in danger of losing my way there is only one answer return to the fourth world
[Music: Latvala, Goss] [Lyrics: Goss] Trip doors kicked all around me, there is no escaping I slowly suffocate, I'm breathing poisoned air The Living
[Music: Laiho] [Lyrics: Goss] Once upon a time there was a harlot who had taken all she could just one wrong look from a stranger finally pushed her
When I look into the mirror, what is it I see? Reflection of my greatest enemy When I listen to myself speak, was is it I hear? Sounds of hatred, wasting
[Music: Goss, Laiho, Lillman] [Lyrics: Goss] I can't go on each second lasts forever I stand motionless in sorrow this must be the end drown in waters
I feel the hatred burning bright In her black eyes using her enemies for fuel I see scorn glitters in the grey eyes of the spiteful one, contemptuous
Born unto fire and passion a warrior princess to be the maiden hero in her prime earning her nobility Rebellion and rage were all she knew in the time
All is calm on the western front civilian dreams fill the mornig breeze listen closely, hear the prophecy pretenders preaching, it's time to flee! Hypnotic
I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall I know he's there, but I just had to call Don
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Fantastic! Galactic! Dominion! Beyond the sacred realm of common thought lies a paradise, wicked to those of the light, yet home to fallen angels forgotten