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II. Morning At The Peaks
High above the misty mountain peaks
The sunlight gently graces the ground below
Clouds disbanding clearing up the sky
Massive fields of crops and green will grow
Morning spirits watch it all unfold
Seeing wonders in simple things like bloom
Songbirds sing as the sky turns blue
The heat from the nearest star
is giving life and care for you
Flowers open up to a drifting world
Filled with badgers, boars and butterflies
The streams are howling on like a choir (Woah!)
A swirl of colours dancing right before your eyes
Joyful feelings flowing through the air
Setting course for the corners of your mind
When it seems like peace has settled in
A mystic force of darkness lurking within
III. The Ruthless Ways of Nature
The day goes on and grows into a grand adventure
Struggles interfering with the majesty and joy
The smallest is the hunted for the purpose of survival
Even bigger ones are facing trials of nature’s way itself
The battle for survival is a long and constant journey
With fatalities from hunters, plagues, disasters and starvation
Even so we’re raging on, challenging our instincts
Hoping for the best in unpredictable events
The danger’s everywhere, that’s the way it’s been
Dependant on a herd or facing it all alone
A hint of brightness are so few and far between
The biting freeze of winter lie so deep into the bone
A sea of molten lava rising through the earth
Tearing down it’s own path for an infernal nightmare
IV. Eruption
Rising through the earth and
(it’s) burning down the trees around
Open wounds (that) are showing
(there’s) anger deep within the core
Soaked in fire when the
grass is young and dragons roam
Death is near (us) for there is
Nowhere left to run and hide
V. Desolation
Miles of barren lands reaching out
The light is far behind the blackened sky
Withered roses, burned oaken wood
Ashes dancing in the wind
All I see are plains of grey
My skin is scorched and burned
Slowly healing, left with giant scars
The pain still remains
Desolation reaching far and wide
And will remain for days to come
The forests, lakes and flower beds
Are gone and for how long we cannot tell
For all I know it may be gone for good
But fate would lead it to another way
VI. Reborn From The Ashes
A seed was planted long ago
It rises through the broken ground
Rain drops falling on the drought
It’s filling the valleys up with a rhythmic sound
The stalk is small, but time will tell
When the flower has reached up and touched the sky
The sprouts are spread across the open plains
Creatures that once fled the land return and makes me smile
When I thought my time had reached an end
I was reborn from the ashes
When I thought my time had reached an end
I was reborn from the ashes
This story will be told again
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Butterfly's Daydream
04:11
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Centuries ago in a cold and distant country
Melodies of beauty can be heard beyond the trees
It’s winter and the storms are raging on relentlessly
While an old man wanders by himself and endures the biting freeze
The man has scaled the mountains and has no place to rest his legs
Then the blizzards come to a halt and clears the air
A woman dressed in white appears before the tired man
With a fair face and a long flowing hair
She comforts him, she holds him like a child in her arms
He falls on his knees, he’s cold and walks in ragged clothes
The maiden casts a light upon his weary soul
And he's lifted towards the spectral roads
For a moment it would seem the end is near
The clouds are parting and leads him to the home of angels
The maiden holds him tightly as they’re leaving ground
Let me go my fair maiden, I won’t leave this world behind
This is the story of the
wanderer and the white maiden
Come along children and spread the word
for generations to come
It’s a tale of sorrow with a glimpse of hope
buried beneath a broken soul
that tries to move against the light
Tell me the story of the
wanderer and the white maiden
Come along children, share his story to the world
It’s hours passed midnight and the weather here is lethal
Dear wanderer you don’t stand a chance in the winter cold
I’ve come to bring you to a place you can rest your weary soul
You haven’t got much time left and your story has been told
I care not for a life in the clouds
My family is gone and my heart no longer cries
I’ve lost almost everything but faith in myself
This angers the maiden as it turns to be death in disguise
This is the story of the
wanderer and the white maiden
Come along children and spread the word
for generations to come
It’s a tale of sorrow with a glimpse of hope
buried beneath a broken soul
that tries to move against the light
Tell me the story of the
wanderer and the white maiden
Come along children, share his story to the world
The maiden leaves with a painful cry
She turns into vapor while the wanderer stands there
The sun comes up for another day
While the wanderer is destined to continue forth
I ain’t dead, I live to
roam around I’m standing tall
Nothing you can say can
break me down I’ve heard it all
This is the story of the
wanderer and the white maiden
Come along children and spread the word
for generations to come
It’s a tale of sorrow with a glimpse of hope
buried beneath a broken soul
that tries to move against the light
Tell me the story of the
wanderer and the white maiden
Come along children, share his story to the world
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Equinox
10:22
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Ola Lindqvist Stockholm, Sweden
Vocalist and multi-instrumentalist from Sweden playing Progressive Rock with a Scandinavian, Symphonic and Jazz-like
flavor.
My main instrument is bass, but I mostly do everything myself.
My influences are Mike Oldfield, Gentle Giant, The Flower Kings, Genesis, Camel, Kaipa, Yes, Big Big Train and Wobbler.
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