will recall the way of my cremation with the singing the voices of the night on the threshold at the gates of the kingdom, of the shadows behold the moonlike
recall the way of my cremation with the singing the voices of the night on the threshold at the gates of the kingdom, of the shadows behold the moonlike
tribes of The underworld hordes Heathen them From pagan wastelands Joined with them have they The stench of blood. Holy blood! Have penetrated their woods
the ways foretold A request a "leave me be"... Through the shape that I longed for... Withering visions... Bleeding to search for the more... Behold
red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning? Or behold the flowing
In the heart of the night I went to forever walk in the obscure eternity Through woods and thickets over mountains and through valleys I left my body
running And your eyes are like screaming And since there is no end and no beginning You will run, you will run, you will run Girl, I know the woods
Stefan / Lyrics: Stefan) Howling At The Fullmoon In This Intense Midwinternight. Behold The Masters Of Wilderness, Hearken To How They Hold The Woods
Translation: And, behold, I, do bring a flood of waters upon the land, to destroy all flesh, wherein is the breath fo life, from under heaven, and every
and your mantle so green. Says she, now my young man, you must be excused, For I'll wed no man, so you must be refused; To the green woods I will wander
sacrifice As blood ran down those nails and wood History was split in two Yes, history was split in two Behold the empty wooden tree His body gone,
our dream forever now we are leaving In the mighty woods i wander through the trees thou can see my shadow by the cold wind in my skin i behold my
Big house, wood floors, maids cleanin' the kitchen with Pine-Sol [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Friend this industry Is no kin to me Behold the flow
God] Good God, ugh! [U-God:] I got air suspension, hydraulics, in the cockpit Thumpin' heavy watters, my stereo's bionic Soul sonic force, wood grain
like Pac-man Older but I know that I'm getting colder They say that cold is according to the beholder Well, behold the scroll my status is my folder
wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father, 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-