Requiem will be solemn We are the worns Who gnaw your bones And your soul transform Angels calling in my dream In my eternal dream Beyond the sea
Översättning: Dark Moor. Bortom havet.
all kind of cases Leaving without traces Like a living ghost He just could always fade In the life scene His mother's been Carried off beyond She left
into your secrets, Show me the dark way of Kadath! The Old Ones were, are and will be. Their Messenger I am, come with me! The darkness reigns in the
Requiem will be solemn We are the worns Who gnaw your bones And your soul transform Angels calling in my dream In my eternal dream Beyond the sea Grey
: [Based on the story of Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (Spanish poet 1836-1870)] And old legend tells A spirit of the devil dwells In a lake beyond the trees
: I can't help thinking of tomorrow Now when I've still got all my full will To overcome my fear And makes me feel a real sorrow How my heart crazy is
: [Bonus] [Instrumental]
: My sight is a blurred skyline The blue stream its head inclines Doubt's river-like Made with cold blood My will's the dyke That stops the flood When
: I was the sunlight I was the storm Of this empty world I spread joy and fright Among the swarm He was born He was afraid My soul torn left And I feel
: I'm looking inside for The particles of my past Putting all together To compose a neat contrast And now, in the middle I have found what ever lasts
: [Instrumental]
My sight is a blurred skyline The blue stream its head inclines Doubt's river-like Made with cold blood My will's the dyke That stops the flood When
I can't help thinking of tomorrow Now when I've still got all my full will To overcome my fear And makes me feel a real sorrow How my heart crazy is
[Based on the story of Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (Spanish poet 1836-1870)] And old legend tells A spirit of the devil dwells In a lake beyond the trees
I'm looking inside for The particles of my past Putting all together To compose a neat contrast And now, in the middle I have found what ever lasts
From all kind of cases Leaving without traces Like a living ghost He just could always fade In the life scene His mother's been Carried off beyond She
