Opera IX lyrics
Opera IX lyrics
"Fronds Of The Ancient Walnut Lyrics"
I Cant Wait Until I See My Babys Face Lyrics
I can't wait until I see my, my baby's face When I tell him that I'm through Yes, I'm through with him 'Cause he's been running round And
I can't wait until I see my, my baby's face When I tell him that I'm through Yes, I'm through with him 'Cause he's been running round And
Feel the breeze on my face
the icy breath of the Goddess.
I raise my hand and touch the illusion.
My mind is powerful and my Ego is high
as the mountain in front of me.
Clouds run fast and silence comes
from the Fronds of the Ancient Walnut:
no scents, no odors, no sounds, no lament
Can?ao da Am?rica Lyrics
Amigo ? coisa para se guardar Debaixo de 7 chaves, Dentro do coracao, assim falava a cancao que na Am?rica ouvi, mas quem cantava cho
s;Amigo ? coisa para se guardar Debaixo de 7 chaves, Dentro do coracao, assim falava a cancao que na Am?rica ouvi, mas quem cantava cho
the cold vanishes...
I get all the colors all around me
and I see the enchanting dance of the branches:
it is the Walnut calling the witches,
it is our dream voyaging through the aethyr.
What was not becomes reality.
I am the deer running to the Sabbath!
I am the crow which observes
Icicles Lyrics
Tonight I sing soft and low Just like the moon Over the snow I hear icicles falling in the dark
the silence!Tonight I sing soft and low Just like the moon Over the snow I hear icicles falling in the dark
I am the craftsman of myself...
therefore I praise the Horned and the Great Mother!
And where the wind blows, at the mercy of the oneiric,
it is the touch of the world?s spirits
which enhances my magic.
Mind?s spreading, faint voices chant at the moon,
the silvering light of Lev
Rde wit me Lyrics
Where they at (8x) [Chorus] If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We be three wheelin in the four with the gold d's
anah penetrates the unconsciousWhere they at (8x) [Chorus] If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We be three wheelin in the four with the gold d's
and revives the Ancient Knowledge.
I take flight, the dance is over.
Now we are the deer returning from the Sabbath!
Now we are the crow which contemplated the silence!
Now we are the craftsmen of ourselves...
therefore we praise the Horned and the Great Mother