Grave - Harvest day

Tekst :

Words spoken
Grim but true
To be never forgotten they were carved in you
Carved in you
Worshiped since the ancient walked our world
Used as trust when you are lost on another harvest day
Harvest day
I hear their voices but dear not listen
Words spoken
The same a sacrved in you used as trust when you got lost
on another harvest day
Harvest day
I hear their voices but dear not listen

Inne utwory

  • For your god
  • Beauty within
  • Morbid way to die
  • Living the dead behind
  • Restrained
  • Behold the flames
  • Out of the light
  • Burn
  • Scars
  • I need you
  • Receiver
  • By demons bred
  • Deformed
  • Now and forever
  • Losowe utwory

    Mind control

    The television?s full of lies
    the newspaper is even worse.
    Everything?s owned by the rich.
    They?re completely full of shit.
    If you think that you are free
    You?re only free to follow lies.
    Question all their propaganda.
    Don?t let them control your mind....

    The breathen of the long house

    Brave and strong
    Born of the lords
    The eagle sees so far as he scars
    The roots have spread out
    The tree of great peace
    The seeds of war grow strong in the east

    Brotherhood
    Show your sign
    The long house...

    Saw something

    After the storm
    Had passed
    I wondered how long
    The break in the clouds would last I saw something in your eyes
    I m sure
    (Oh baby) I saw it
    Something in your eyes
    I wanted it for myself

    I sit and I wait
    And I stare
    Still wishing for...

    Twisting the chain

    I can see you re hurting,
    You wear it like a coat of amour,
    You closed your eyes and chose your battleground,
    And there s no way through you
    Cause I m still over here and you re still over there.

    You re pulling...

    Black leather and glittering steel

    We drank till the sunrise
    Rode away singin Johnny s back again
    maybe i m wrong - maybe i ve really just been away too
    long

    There a few who remember
    Fewer still who remember why
    They ain t still ready...