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Old Mans Child In The Shades Of Life

Tarer faller som tungt hostregn, i et kaldt desemberlandskap. Tarer for min stolthet og min verdighet. Pa min ferd inn i ensomheten, inn i skogens morke

Gods of ancient twilight, glance the golden past, let me enter your hidden gate, let me know I am the last. Rise nocturnal spirits, eternal gods of the

feel it comin' in the air tonight, hold on I've been waitin' for this moment for all my life Hold on, hold on I see life through many shades of grays

to god almighty. The ultimate warrior force, crushed them neath their iron hand. Mightiest conquerers ever, to be seen, they were sent from an old foreign

: Gods of ancient twilight, glance the golden past, let me enter your hidden gate, let me know I am the last. Rise nocturnal spirits, eternal gods of

. An ancient myth of a time to come, a black hole, an empty grave. A birth of a forthcoming master, the darkening sky. The fallen life as the stars die

the rain And heading towards me, they were yelling about something They were singing in code, something like Ten dead men on a dead mans chest, fight