ranks, thanks, power position A piece of paper with a picture of a dead politician So many times I've seen people play stupid for money And at the funeral
I hear summoning voices And wake from my funeral sleep In time before light in crypts of eternal deeps Dust from my grave blew away with the winds On
the sorms over baeskade Rule the power of the vrilla It has come to ride the seven winters With winds of war and winds of cold Lightning strike the northland
: [Music: Abbath - Lyrics: Demonaz] A black sunset rises under a funeral sky The freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist The blasting
beasts are so proud to die Across the sea of a million dreams Where nothing is as it once seemed I hear the Pan Pipes playing In what the wind is saying
a tragedy, I'm so terrified Day dreamers please wake up, we can't sleep no more Love don't make no sense, ask your neighbor The winds have changed; it
the songs of drynhwyl Chasing the wind / like my spirit die Dreaming of the queen / the queen of roses Now they die, pure sorrow flow My souls funeral
: Open life beneath Her glory stains the hearse Procession watch the rain Mourns the opposite birth For the wind hopes to die Far away from home Same
songs of Drynhwyl Chasing the wind / Like my spirit die Dreaming of the Queen / The queen of roses Now they die, Pure Sorrow flow My Souls Funeral,
you then and I'm warning you now If you mess with me you're playing with fire Winds of change that are fanning the flames Will carry you to your funeral
was married on the battlefield Wedding with death - is more than real First sweet night under rainy sky With the songs of winds and raven's cry Burn fire, burn my funeral
of a Mustang Creased white pages torn right from the spine Kissed my neck with a crooked, cracked fang You always hoped one day you'd be mine Threw our fathers on funeral
showing me the way, this goddamn fortress seems to bury me. The elements open on a blacker passage marked by black candles. Out in the storms and winds
in starvation and fear, epidemics over animals. Each day opens on new victims, cursed by a strange evil. No one to bless the funeral, the priest was buried
weather Weekend We can work it out When the wind blows When the mothers talk When the wind blows When the wind blows When the mothers talk When the wind
Me Devastated And His Family Mourn Sons Turn To Grown Man Since Their Daddy Been Gone Daughters Grew Like Him Or Not He Left His Family Home Even Prepared The Funeral
: Sorrow rides out as spectral knights A wind of grief from an open coffin When the bells of funeral chime through the nightfall A black star rises at
spoken now should be fulfilled... The altar of invocation awaits it's victim Whispering once forgotten prayers, forbidden and concealed Abyssic spirits haunt the hellish winds