[music: Tuomas Saukkonen, words:Tuomas Saukkonen/Panu Willman]. . my thoughts of last years promise were to turn. some kind of harm was on its way I learned.
Walls of Isengard. Face the northern winds. Carved black pillars. Rising high up to the sky. Arcane relic. Crowned by the four peaks. Feels the auturnn breeze.
The southern end of the Misty Mountains. Waters of Entwash and Limlight. There it stands, the mighty wood of great age. Hiding secrets from the early years.
Evening is falling, all still around me. The old crow is calling, but the landscape is at peace. Down the trail through this forest, through thicket we ride.
For all those who cried aloud. But whose tears were never heard. For questioning one almighty father. Of a heavenly distanced world. . Beloved thee who submit.
Storm clouds are forming. Darkening the sky. The wind gather speed up the mountains. Along the horizon. Lightning strikes. then the deafening rumble of thunder.
Father to son, father to son. Father to son, from father to son. . Now born, my son, I name thee. After the sound of my hammer's. Beat upon the anvil.
Caught between the dusk and dawn. I numb myself to death yet I'm awake. I'm running out of alcohol. I shouldn't feel a thing yet all I feel is hate. .
crowds committing suicides. manipulated by master minds. electric storms at the night skies. catastrophies, wars, genocides. super viruses, storms, death rites.
I woke up still dreaming. The air was static. My eyes can't see. My senses turn to automatic. . So I dream again. The waves have reached the shore. So I dream again.
LET'S GIVE PRAISE TO MR. JACKIE CHAN. CHINA'S NUMBER ONE CRAZY MAN. WORKING HARD SO HIS AUDIENCE IS APPEASED. HOLE IN HIS HEAD FROM FALLING OUT OF TREES.
You come around flaunting your views. Thinking you're tough, beating on those smaller than you. What do you have to prove. Attacking people, there's no excuse.
The mist of war's lists; violent shadows of that century. Mankind's folly gives way as technology's mind awakens. Humanity's weakness lays the foundation;.
[M: T. Eriksson, L: P. Johansson]. . You have shown me the stars tonight. Yet I can still see shadows in the light. Dimensions of time are hidden in the sky.
Take these hooks from my flesh,. Cast across the ring of fate. By the fire in thine eyes.. . This Temple is reduced to ash.. . This Corss this thing of hate,.
Troubles and pains make your darkness. Cries and screams make you a fool. Your future dreams in this hard way. This things you think, make the rules. .
Is it possible to draw an image. Reflected of your own personality. When the people that affects you. Control your destiny. . Take it to the limit. Where the black flowers grow.
Like the clouds that sail along the endless sky. And roses give out their colour to the air. Like swans that start to sing before they die. I comfort you, surrounding you with care.
She runs to the river down below. Towards a boat under a willow. Away from the mirror, the loom and the tower. Where she yearned for him, hour after hour.
Inside me anger builds like a blaze from below. Mindlessness causing this that is out of control. Inferior are the thoughts and ideas which you think.