Bản dịch: Great Northern. Into The Sun.
Turn it up Till the clock is done and left Till it's left behind me It's just like staring into the sun [X7] It's just like... We owe it all to the sun
to him Awake my little one The seed of revolution Sewn in the sleeve Of cloth humbly worn Where others are adorned Above the northern plain The great birds fly With great
summer The ecstasy's still in my spine Coat check, I couldn't remember Walked into the winter Came out on the other side And in the south, the sun is
I was walkin' away I heard her say over my shoulder "We'll meet again someday on the avenue" Tangled up in blue I had a job in the great north woods
holds him tight knows his little body well he's come from her she moves back into the trees not like northern trees but the jungle somewhere moves deeper and deeper into
man This moment in love that we share Could only be the present tense My fountain of hope, my golden sun You are my great north star The greatest wonders
Terät tanssikaa... verta janoten... [English translation:] [BLOOD OF AN APOSTATE] Dying out is the sheen of the sun, darkness closing in and the
As I was walkin' away I heard her say, over my shoulder We'll meet again someday on the avenue Tangled up in blue I had a job in the great north woods
dead. The clouds pass by. God hovers over us and shrieks We don't hear the slightest crackle Can't see the slightest smiles And we blur into our death and the second great
to wield Let us drink to the battles we've lived and we've fought Celebrate the pain and havoc we have wrought Great heroes charge into the fight From the north
behind The place were I come from is with me all the time You could walk the streets when the sun goes down In my little town You don't need defenses when the sun
[lyrics: E. Holopainen] [music: T. Koivusaari & E. Holopainen] As the sun falls down and the swell crashes into the shore The great warriors of doom
As the sun falls down And the swell crashes into the shore The great warriors of doom and wind Ride high, ride Silent is the silence The only breathing
supporting sky crumble Sun moon the stars pour down Rivers and oceans rush where the earth sinks Great conflagration quenched by raging flood North and
hymn to him Awake my little one The seed of revolution Sewn in the sleeveOf cloth humbly worn Where others are adorned Above the northern plainThe great birds flyWith great
northern night sky, beyond the great silvern mountains... Let the sacred moon-crystal be your guide, beware the sentinels at the Caverns of Eternal Mist... Spears agleam in the dying sun
as serpent's tooth... I fall into the rapturous embrace of sloe-eyed witches, The moon gleaming upon their ivory bosoms, And descend into the still,
