Ain't Gonna Rain Anymore
His name is something frozen
At the fork in the road
Always take the one less chosen
I tried to follow suit
I tried to choose my destiny
Now I'm lost in the Thistle weeds
And I'm drowning 6 feet deep
And now I'm staring at an unfamiliar ceiling
I know that I cannot change myself
I know that there must be a home for me
Other people's canopies look so appealing
As I close my eyes and drift to sleep
I know that there must be a home for me
A wiser man once said
His name is something crazy
When you're down in the gutter now<
Cold Winds Of Funeral Dust
Under a blood-red moon in the cold waters of Thule
Where winter shadows lies untouched
Where I dwell at the mountains of madness
In these shadows of death I march
In the blue mist of evil
Through the dark Northern walleyes
Where only winds of funeral breathes
Hovering through the whispering darkness
With frost in my eyes
Only seven winds are heard
Chiming through the dark Northern walleyes
Eternity I pass eternity I seeked
For the darkness my spirit
For Satan my black soul
Under a blood-red moon in the cold waters of another world
Where winter shadows lies untouched
Where I dwell at the mountains of madness
Entering with the cold winds of funeral dust