As the way of the world unfolds amidst shattered hope Encircled with no escape from imaginary death I withdraw in regret that I didn't make the choice
martial host In the sky, on the ground Frenzied wind, thunder. s roar Everywhere raging & droning Bright like day shafts abroad Breams of clouds stand on end
beautiful exterior may crash and burn to ash but the fight for her honor will rage on I hope I never see the end I hope I never have to live without her
final hour, turn my life around (oh). This is my life (life) story (story), I've been lost and found (oh no, oh no). In the final hour (in the final hour
couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that Sweet lady. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth, Blowing down the backroads headin' south. Idiot wind
: I hear the wind call my name The sound that leads me home It sparks up the fire - a flame that still burns To you I'll always return I know the
the mocking? Decrepit, defaulter, my end will be your slaughter Betrayer, aggressor, You really want to make me die? That's why your end is near Nothing
end, (time of the end) Center stone, into fire On to nothing and nothing to lose They gather, groaning to the souls Of the grinding winds of Arkhangelsk
Is this the end, my final words to you Day turned to night and now you're gone, I'm left here pondering Can this be true, are we really through You were the wind
: Revolution in their minds - could it be the end of time Let the spirits guide the wind - coming for the kill Won't live my ancestor - kill just like
that final day, Fear crept up inside Night became something more than a trade, And our slumber, a weakness that we all can share. Death calling in the wind
gates a giant storm To an end it all shall come Mighty deeps of north world call The power is at hand Apocalypse brought by will Scattered winds blow
of a dark that used to be under heavy winters reign... The blackening sky never end as we stand the fall of time yet winds of cold will always blow without
the wind / like my spirit die Dreaming of the queen / the queen of roses Now they die, pure sorrow flow My souls funeral, too close to the end Now they
wind / Like my spirit die Dreaming of the Queen / The queen of roses Now they die, Pure Sorrow flow My Souls Funeral, Too close to the End Now they
: The morning slowly came, my life about to end Then the wind would change, all but one had left The angelic wolf had stayed, without a word she said
