grave's a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace [Chorus] [With excerpts from William Blake's "The Tyger" and Andrew Marvell's "
cold Atlantic shore The winter rain Kept us in each other's arms until the dawn Do you remember? Faster than the sun Flying higher than everyone Like a dream
I'm the Deer Hunter It's a tough winter Still, I'm inventive This a real friendship We ride under the moonlight, break of dawn Not actors, cowboy hat
is broken And a pure love's been turned into sin At the dawn of our living time, hope may cover all cries Truth lurks hidden in the shadows Dreams might
's a fine and private place but none, I think, do there embrace Chorus (With excerpts from William BlakeA's "The Tyger" and Andrew MarvellA's "To
path in silence A frozen dawn appears where I set my sight Stare into the shadows' wideness Past dreams that I can't freeze To end this winter's
wind Imprisoned there, in dreams within There is a way There is an aim There is a light An angel's voice still guides me Through a winter's night See
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The
I dream...I'm in the forest at winter night ... I see...in the ground a lonely grave... Deceased...body lying in the dark... It's me... I wake up at
of winter comes to me Look at me I'm eternal thought It's a shame but we must part It's just a dream It's just a dream Dreams that
covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance
oblivion is broken And a pure love's been turned into sin At the dawn of our living time Hope may cover all cries Truth lurks hidden in the shadows Dreams
Our paradise, a fragile dream A void is calling, and I'm falling into time's adamant stream Called your name into the night but you're gone Still a
rewrites of dark delight Or the sewers we?ve overrun? I see a winter palace Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity?s spirit
a bit too much rain She can turn a rain cloud into a pot of gold She?s nothing at all like the darkness of night She?s everything wonderful Everything
m the Deer Hunter It's a tough winter Still, I'm inventive This a real friendship We ride under the moonlight, break of dawn Not actors, cowboy hat, mask
