Mårten Eskil Winge - Viking death
A choir of death is the echo of my nightmare
cold friend of the night
The cross of fire is piercing the darkness
lost cathedral of the hopes
Black and violet angels are waiting for me
near the backstage
The carriage of memories is running tonight
and the spirits will raise
Where is the sunset? Where is the dawn?
Where is the poet of the eternity's flame?
Violins play in the void of existence
Feel the breath of immortal winds
Mr. Risin' is flirting with the evening
Let the candles blow out without pain
When all the drams seem to be miscarried
close your eyes and the end will begin
Black and violet angels are waiting for me
near the backstage
The carriage of memories is running tonight
and the spirits will raise
Where is the sunset? Where is the dawn?
Where is the poet of the eternity's flame?
Violins play in the void of existence
Feel the breath of immortal winds
(Black Jester - Symphonies of immortal winds)
