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Wolves
03:39
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Through the snow of a cold winter night,
the wolves pick up our trail;
with bared fangs and blood-red eyes
the pack starts the hunt again […]
A woman forced over the lines of grace,
her suitcase full of useless things;
we`ve all learned our lesson [that]
hope and history never meant the same […]
As the moon is playing tricks again,
poisening words infested the hearts;
an old man is talking about love,
but love is not what he`s thinking of […]
Chorus:
Take a good look and watch the ground,
when the circle goes round and round
take a deep breath and close your eyes,
when you dance with wolves around the fire
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A.B.A.B.
04:16
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A moment never touched before,
a magic around everywhere,
the beginning of nothing
but the increase of something unknown
Confused of what now happens,
mind`s rising `round in curles,
words can`t explain these pictures
like a trip that will never end
There`s too much trouble inside,
emotional control the best,
enough pain to kill the feelings
in fear to loose what exists
Hope harms all the constructions
built up to pretent to be be save,
all turns in nothing but a magic
the circle had been closed - it starts all again
Chorus:
The whisper of so many thoughts (...)
chaos comes around,
fills up the emptiness of crashed emotions
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3. |
Acquittance
03:44
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Running through the fields for six hours or more,
I feel the blood rushing through my veins
[I`ve] wrestled the silence - at the end of [every] the night
[when] His voice forced me to the ground […]
"Call to me and I will answer you […]
and tell you all the great and hidden things;
the ones you`ve actually feared to know
from your sinister dinner meals […]"
With tears in my eyes I piled the arm
to bring this grinning bastard down,
another eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
[…] I`ve pulled the trigger of my [this] gun […]
The horizon rose in a red-orange glow,
can`t you see His throne of gold […]?
"you`ve got to kneel on the ground, […]
if you wanna [want to] touch the sky"
Chorus:
One man, one vote, one bullet left, one story more to be told
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4. |
Free Soul
06:37
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Still searching for the reason why
mind gets so hard to forget
the signs of violence and fear
grow up in front of crying eyes
Still building up a higher wall of masks,
which cover all humbling lies
the face seems to be so numbless
inside a flame never will die
Never want to fade away
so fast like a bright shining falling star
wiping away invisible tears
feels like nothing`s ever happened
Chorus:
Helpless, rock on, restless, put it down
lonely and please don`t follow me
you got to find the key,
touch the rainbow and your soul will be free
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5. |
Lay down your head
03:34
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It`s just another morning
on the battlefield (…)
as we saw the sun set
for the final day
a nightime walk, a nighttime talk,
about these obsessions,
we never thought, that things like that
could happen (…)
In the darkness of the night ,
shinnig (bright) in the sky (…)
as we hear the wind blow
from the distant sea
"a ship appears, a ship appears"
the radio`s voice was calling
they never thought to hear
the big crowd growling (…)
There was fire, fear and fighting
in the crowded streets (…)
as the last hope for a reason
finally disappeared
a siren sound, a burning ground
for all these dreams of sweetness
they never thought to see them
torn into pieces (…)
Chorus:
Lay down your head,
in my arms, I will hold you
to the end of days (…)
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Hush my Dear it`s time to go for another year to come
as we`ll take the things we need to live in a far and distant land
Close the door and lock it up some day we may return,
but tonight we gonna take the walk to the sea where the fires burn
Hey my Captain carry us (...) through the lines of hate and fear
for our lifes we pay any price, if the passage is save and clear
As the ships sails across the sea a storm wind starts to blow,
lightning paint the sky in white and the clouds bring rain and snow
The crew fought brave, but is was far too much as a giant wave broke down,
all the men were dead and gone and our ship sunk to the ground
Next day's morning glowed in a far and distant land,
as we lay at the beach, we hear the calling of the bells (...)
Chorus:
Ring-Ding-Dong - the bells they call,
Ring-Ding-Dong-DaDaDa
Ring-Ding-Dong - the bells they call,
for another year to come
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7. |
Vox Populi - Part 1
06:23
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Hey you people, come and listen to my words
I tell you `bout an epic night (...):
about a story - I`ll never forget (and)
that nearly cost my mind [life] (...)
There was a fire crossing the land
over the valleys, rivers and hills and we hear
the sound of swinging wings,
sounds of howling in the streets (...)
It was the forces of evil against an army of light
clash against each other for their final fight
and we poor little worms were caught between their lines,
just watching with wide and frozen eyes (...)
Pandora`s box was reopened again
the angels were told to use their swords,
as suddenly a demon appears (...)
with a blast he opens the gates of hell
The earth was shaking, a laughter was heard
I lost the ground beneath my feet
falling into a eternal darkness
(...)
Chorus:
I saw devils dancing through the fires of hell and angels cross the sky (...)
there`s a shadow crawling up the wall and wolfs howl through the night
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There was a silent darkness,
and a smell of sulfur in the air,
as with a big bang suddenly flames explode
and Lucifer appeared (…)
"Welcome my friend, open your eyes
and take a short walk `round with me (…)
we arranged seven (different) circles of endless fear,
for your painful pleasure here
It may take some time getting used to it,
but there are lots of famous people to meet,
the service is quick, the prices are low
and soon you`ll esteem the heat"
I cried for help, screamed in fear
how cruel could life actually be?
Lucifer laughed and pointed at me,
"and don`t say you shouldn't be here!!!"
Chorus:
This is a folksong from hell (...)
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East of the sun, at the river`s head,
a new born hope - rose from the dead:
"Wake up my son, it`s the time to celebrate
a ritual - to hide your secret name
Oh sun's bright rays, please illuminate
these old and blessed salvation ways […]"
drowning cascades of motion lights
we've kept the blessed spirit alive
From the endless fires of hell
into the shinning daylight […]
"Reborn, now -you`re the flickering flame,
please guide us through the darkness of these days"
Now is the time to find a new name,
for the forces of good and evil again:
"Tell us their names […],
tell us your name […]"
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10. |
What is left behind
03:33
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Take me to the fields, where all free men should go
there are rumors about a war, (...) that is something going wrong
can`t you hear the sound of marching in the streets,
the sound of bombing in the (far, far) east ?
Show me the way, that a son had to go,
when his father is just a corpse, lying dead in the snow
can`t you hear the voice of a crying child,
the sound of a car, driving through the night ?
Teach me a song about these good old days,
when there were laughter, peace and Pandora`s box was save,
can`t you see the faces of running men,
their hair and their skins, dirty and grey ?
Save me from the fields, where all the free men died,
there are news from a war, that something went completely wrong,
can`t you see the cold fear in my eyes,
can`t you hear me scream in dark of the night ?
Chorus:
Another king fallen of the hill, another one failed for the books of history,
another song, another word, another thought (...) about (...)
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