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Ashen the world creates itself / Up the branches down the roots / Pecked at by birds / By worms gnawed / At the crossroads / By the graves among the rowan trees / Nailed white as ivory / With skulls that grin amidst the rot

For strange are these woods to fare / Stranger the fruit they bear

Oh hang me high / Upon that tree / For all the secrets to find me / As ravens´ claws / As eagles´ bills / As Wotan´s eyes upon the hills / Oh ten I have of fingers fine / For all the evil´s work in the night / Oh baby I will grow for you from a tree

Burning with glory

Given to trolls and ogre broods / Days will drown in twilight´s gloom / Where black dogs howl / Pulling up mandragore / Chained to the ash forever more / Deaf to the world´s grey roar / Digging up treasures vile and foul

Eye for an eye for a rune / Drawing down the waning moon / Howled at by all wolves / Ensnared ´til the day of doom

So hang me high / Upon that tree / For all the secrets to find me / As ravens´ claws / As eagles´ bills / As Wotan´s eyes upon the hills / Oh ten I have of fingers fine / For all the evil´s work in the night / Oh baby I will grow for you from a tree

Burning with glory

All crooks and ghouls who understand / Cherish the work of idle hands / All of the pages turned / All of the treasures yearned / All of the fingers burned

Burning with Glory

(Roger)
Manchmal lass ich viel zu schnell mein Kopf häng,
Würd am liebsten meine Sachen packen und davon renn`.
Manchmal ist die ganze Welt einfach zum kotzten
und ich erwisch mich selbst noch beim blöd glotzen.
Manchmal geht alles schief, egal wie mans probiert
und manchmal ist alles mies, dann kommst du nach Haus zu mir.

(Chorus)
Du...

Don t ya hide away from the bad things coming to you,
Don t ya hide your face from the things that don t ring true,
Good times, bad times, that may be so,
You re just part of the game and they never stop letting you know
But we hold the key to...

Now here s a tale
Tale I will tell
Blood lust after no sweet love
And a many, many things I do so well

Oh you know that s the end
That s the end so far away down

They said that...

For want of an angel
For all the lead that you thought you turned gold
There is something you still want to know
Il Penseroso led you astray
To the woods and the wild
The pathless way
And you followed the trail that Shelley...

How high the Sun
For the Lovers, for the Moon
For the Hanged Man
For the Fool

Tread gently with your dancing feet
Over past men in righteous sleep
The princes pale the life that failed
Poisoned they too once had their...