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[Music: Abbath/Horgh]
[Lyrics: Demonaz]
On many ships we have sailed
Far beyond the north waves
On the high northern seas
We have found our way
The shadowing voices of our gods
Singing on the calling winds...
Where the cold waves and the longboats brought us far
The saga of the warriors from northland
Speaks of greatness and strength
The saga of the warriors from northland
Are the saga of many great a man
On seas against the open
We travelled on and on
Through the raging winds
And storms we arrived
The shadowing voices of our gods
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Ik kijk de dag voorbij
De wijzers van de klok
Staren doelloos in de leegte
Ik zoek naar kleur in mij
De vloer onder de bank is gebroken wit gebleven
De kamer waar het altijd warm en veilig voor me was
ik ken haar niet meer terug
Ik hoor je praten in de stilte
Je fluistert in mijn hart
K leg de sleutel bij de voordeur
Als ik niemand meer verwacht
Tikte zachtjes op je schouders
Toen je iemand anders was
Omdat je niet verdwijnt
Omdat je bij me blijft
Iedereen danst op het feest
Ik zie ze langs me gaan
in een wereld zonder woorden<
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In the dark
It's just you and I
Not a song, there's not one sigh
Just the beat of my poor heart
Lord, in the dark
Now in the dark, in the dark
I get such a thrill when he presses his fingertips upon my lips
And begs me to please, please keep still
Lord, in the dark
But soon, this dance will be ending
And you're gonna be missed
Gee I'm not pretendin',
'Cause I swear it's fun, fun to be kissed in the dark, wooo ahhhh?BR>
(Sax solo)
But soon, this dance will be ending
And you're gonna be missed, mm, mm, mmm
Gee baby, I ain't pretend
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Lovers' Leap
Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off.
Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes.
As the sound of motor cars fades in the night time,
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right.
...And it's hello babe with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby don't you know our love is true.
Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies.
Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright,
Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly.
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand.
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