Dark moon a way up high up in the sky Oh tell me why oh tell me why you've lost your splendor Dark moon why is the cause your light withdraws Is it because
for darkness I'm waiting for darkness I'm waiting for darkness I'm waiting for darkness I'm waiting for darkness I'm waiting for darkness I'm waiting
Denis LePage) (instrumental with harmony vocals) Five, four, three, two, one... We should hurry among it Rendez vous On the dark side of the moon
d like I'm not the dark center of the universe, like you thought I might disintegrate into the thin air, if you'd like I'm not the dark center of the
And if there is no room upon the hill And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon The lunatic is in
Det gaar en vei over fjellet inn i de dype skogers savn Garder her led grusom skjebne Ved likbaal sorget mang en ravn Pesten trod den Norske mark fra
From the Abode of Demons; A Wing of the Pentagram, Comes the Juice that Painted My Heart and My Soul Swept in Black they are Swept in Black I am From
Engulfed in Frost I Sailed our Dreams Gloomy inner Landscapes come to life I am the Wolf in the Darkest scene Phantasms Sweep My Role I am Lucifer, I
I must Embrace Visual Hell to Satisfy Us Rape the Whores in Blasphemy I am Him while I Feast upon Your Flesh Glance into My Eyes and see the Darkest Shadows
the Infernal Hails from my Brother in the Land of The Damned. The Howling Wind Blows in the Naked Trees Moonlit Fields are Glowing in the Dark Below
Satans Power Paint our Hearts and Satisfies our Souls When Witches Burn the priests When the Ancient One Returns When the Demons Ride the Nuns with their Horns of Dark
seemed a sphinx the moon deludes the moon is shrewd the moon misleads the moon obtrudes the moon inside... choir fantasy fades soon when not supported by the moon
Gazing at the landscape, after all you'll find my fellows there, on the tranquil traces of my white, clear land. No need to fear opening the gates to
(Instrumental)
Home, home again I like to be here when I can When I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Us and them And after all we're only ordinary men Me and you God only knows It's not what we would choose to do Forward he cried from the rear And the
Money Get away You get a good job with good pay and you're okay Money It's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar