pride! From ev'ry mountainside, Let freedom ring! My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love. I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods
with the nectar protector. Seventeen skulls in a hole in the woods already know of the low down, but not of the goods. We can't see but lo and behold
German woods ? Lost by the walking wounded Fleeing the devils of the forest Taken to graven idols Down in their shrines beneath the ground Oh to behold
, to bind men's minds with fetters of deceit. Speak now, o' Liege of the Deep Woods, Master of Darkenhold, and the enemy shall hear you... The Forest-King: Yes... I behold
, to bind men's minds with fetters of deceit. Speak now, o' Liege of the Deep Woods, Master of Darkenhold, and the enemy shall hear you... [The Forest-King:] Yes... I behold
allies as we surge into the fray! At my bidding, the fog clears for a brief moment, and I gaze down upon the V alley to behold the army of the Witch-
Misty mountains, where giants sleep Nordland High about all, the ravens Spreading their wings to fly to the hall up high Messengers of the all fathers Oden behold
flames My mind must have been somewhere else Far beyond these plains I am suddenly aware of a pair Of eyes staring at me I urn around and behold the
The guest of omniscience Forthright eloquence To behold the end of horizon Observation of foresights Inhaling circulations of the soul The aura of stars
. from a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, out of space, out of time. Bottomless wales and boundless floods, and chasms and caves, and titan woods
Rejoice, rejoice a noble birth, a prince is born. Behold the birth of violence, beasts of fang and feather cry for our concrete rapture, and if we beg
just come together this wood would be better 'Cause love is the power spread it all over Chorus One of the greatest four letter word My eyes have ever behold
- my throne My dreams' winterland I behold Through the gates of time unseen In a silent night Somewhere deep inside In the darkest woods In the darkest
ruin, devourer of hope In night's solemn presence The accursed procession approaches their destiny Fields in neglect; unconsecrated by blood and monumental agony Behold
Night haunts and evil lurks in every corner Like plague it's spreading, I behold Loneliness, yet with you autumn night as guest But can you hear my cries
Night haunts and evil lurks in every corner Like plague it's spreading I behold Loneliness, yet with you autumn night as guest But can you hear my cries
(Living Beneath The Hammer) Windswept landscape, desolated mountain plateaus The Deepest woods and darkest scrubs Flords and mountains are our landmarks
========================= Windswept landscape, desolated mountain plateaus The Deepest woods and darkest scrubs Flords and mountains are our landmarks