1. Against The Grain

An outright war
Rage in our lands
As nations collide
For reign and might
Cities set ablaze
By torches at night
Bodies torn by plagues,
Left to rot
Vultures drawing near
In the mountains at night
Wolves howl

Red moon falls on the horizon

Towards the beckoning end
And the wait for redemption at hand
Harvest of dead seeds
Burning crops of disease
Barren soil in the vast landscape
Burning sky
Falling from grace

Families in exile
Leaving broken homes
Plundered by marauders
In the search for gold
Cities set ablaze
By torches at night
Bodies torn by plagues
Left to rot
Doom descends upon our lands
Our outlook is bleak
Wastelands

Flowing with the moving wind
On a pathway to the sun
An incarnation of the icon
Transcend into the atmosphere

2. Image Of Time

Walk through the branches
And see into it all
Walk through the branches
And hear mother nature's call
That will rise again

Red leaves from the tree of life
Cast by the wind
Down in the beckoning hollow

Summon the aura
And the species we have seen
Envision a lost world
Before it was torn by hands of man

One time in history
We lived in harmony with the earth
We chanted around the campfires
And gazed into the mysteries of the stars
Wandered across the open plains
To a promised green
Free feet among the whispering grass
That stretches further than the eyes can see

One time in history
We lived in harmony with the earth
We chanted around the campfires
And gazed into the mysteries of the stars
An endless chase for new resources
Constant pace towards the end
As a testament to our forefathers
In our lives we honour them

Travel along the contours
In a landscape with no boundaries
Follow the roads into the unknown
Along the path of our ancestors

From the peak of the mountains
We ponder upon creation
Seasons gone by and seasons to come
Nature is an image of time

3. Southern Shores

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4. Hymne Til Havet

Sammen seilte vi ut
Våre fartøy var losset til randen
Salmer ble sunget i natten
Ankeret hevet fra sanden
Kursen var satt
Det knaket godt i skipenes skott
Vevre never grep årene fatt

Havets ulmende klang
Kranset i evig slummer
Sjeler som synger sin klagesang
Midt i den mørke natt
Vi rider over dønningene
Det koker i gryende bølger
Og stormen ere naere

På brygga i havnen stod drengen igjen
Og vinket adjø til de som fòr
Skipet forsvant i horisonten
I morgengryets glødende sol

I generasjoner
Har det vaert ved havets klageport
De laerte sin sorg å glemme
De laerte sin sorg å glemme
Enker av havet

Havets ulmende klang
Kranset i evig slummer
Sjeler som synger sin klagesang
Midt i den mørke natt
Vi rider over dønningene
Synger de sin klagesang

5. Culmination Of The Enigma

Broken bonds
Division amongst men
Living lives that are
Depraved and terrified
Souls bewildered
Seekers lost in their quest
Brothers to none
Slaves to their own desires
A fateful sacrifice of their souls
Culmination of the enigma
A sunrise that never came

They are lost within

Rest I crave
Thorns on my grave
Summer remains
In a winter of hate

Now it's time to weed out the weak
As we rise above the vile
Strength still reigns in our hearts
Through all the years of our strife

In this disaster state
Immortal outcasts will be
Forced into the fray
Upon our return
Resting days in the sun
Will be our epitaph

With nothing to gain
They give up their reign
And then they lose all their fate
Their lives' bane
Their hope has been slain
And their lives flow down the drain
As they feed from the strain
Their lives's bane

They are lost within

6. Times Of Yore

I have crossed the plains of opulence
And sent truthfulness to the grave
I have fled from true serenity
And left the origin behind
The decades are passing by

Times of yore
I've seen enough
Forlorn the gifts of life

Witnessing our nation descend into chaos
Called upon the times of yore
I fled from the true tranquility
To prevail the ways of life
The dacades keep passing by

Times of yore
I've seen enough
Forlorn the gifts of life

Calling times of yore

Falling to the gore
Misled by a materialistic society
Back to the country where I belong
Calling times of yore
Falling to the gore
Times of yore
The country where serenity prevails

I keep searching for utter sincerity
I'm going back to where I came from
Times of yore

7. To The Core

Devastation of the present
Hunger for self-glorification
Hail evil and watch it rise
Mental self-destruction
To the core

Fruitless deeds of darkness
Hunger for more
Burning all bridges
Havoc and war
No turning back
Destruction in mind
To the core

Pathetic actions
Ruin and havoc
Confused and misled by their own rage
Poisoning their souls
Source of their own misery
They gain nothing

Hollow men with hollow words
Living such a tragedy
Pulling themselves down the drain
A fanatical search for damaging stimulus
Catalysts a negative chain reaction
A self-destructing life code
To the core

They gain nothing

Morbid fascination of death
Seduced and led astray
Sinking into the deepest void

Deserted man with no ambition
Weak souls falling apart
Laying to waste a wealth of talent
In the end they are losing themselves
In the end you are losing yourself

8. Floating On The Murmuring Tide

Born to sudden loss
When hopes is left to die
Opportunities and talents
You let them all erode
The walls are all torn down
And all the bridges burned

Floating on the murmuring tide
Walk to the highest mountain
Whereever you are
No devotion left
As the sun sets
The moon shall rise

Through the years of pain and sorrow
And broken memories
Times of trial and tribulations
Distorted your reality
All faith forever watched away
By everlasting rain
When the world has taken its toll
There is no place too far form grace
Weakening fire in your eyes

Burn and like it

Memories from the past hunting you down
Sneaking up on you like a vicious fiend
Adoring what has never been
Piece by piece you have lost a part of yourself

More and more each day
And all the days thereafter
Forever
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