, no prize awaits you You're in a race that no one wins It's empty what you cling to It's like you're trying to hold the wind Ooh, hold the wind Check
know no prize awaits you You're in a race that no one wins It's empty what you cling to It's like you're trying to hold the wind Check out this mast
Oversættelse: Fortrylle. Holding The Wind.
God's rush Beams of light, stop ya breathin', it's huntin' season Honey eye-ballin', down for no reason Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
runes of long forgotten language, enchantment over broken bones. sacred words of ancient wisdom, carved in marble, carved in stone. in a tomb his body
"The Earth!", I cried: My last appeal! It's my turn to realize To change the road, change the side Past has gone, rest in peace Goddess sows the seed Way down.... Hold
way All those trials to no avail Broken dreams was all I bloody gained Remember well when I was a child They promises turned into lies Leaving us a world dimise! Hold
and space watching my life through the milky glasses of a window now it all becomes so clear If I had the opportunity to smell the enchanted wind
and healing The second was silver And she colored the Moon And she named it Phoebe And she made a day of enchantment and the living waters And the
world,standing, waiting I thought to myself, for whom or for what are they waiting? Suddenly a gust of wind come up from the north There appeared a lone rider, holding
caress of night entwines the eon-veiled Obsidian Tower, The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne upon the winds, Dark time-lost spells hold the key
caress of night entwines the eon-veiled obsidian tower, The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne upon the winds, Dark time-lost spells hold the key
m still living that moment... I hear in the symphony of winds, The whispering of her voice Echoing beautifully in my thoughts; The supreme melody of enchantment
on the wings of the wind Ride into the sunset Ride on the wings of the wind On the wings to carry on Ride on the wings of the wind The future is worth
do not know where to find her soul so alo- A life arises, when one love has come, another dies. ne.] Oh, does she hold the power, is she a blessing from
Given a choice I would choose to have a magic wand that I could use, To draw a melody, from that enchanted blade of grass And cheese and wood and wind
require the solace of the shadows So the night can be redeemed As the winds of darkness whispers my name A kiss of death I receive Nocturnal enchanter
