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By Amorphis, The god of deception
a man with your face
see him still
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By Amorphis, Astonishment when I bend over you creep
Put a noose around
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By Amorphis, To a strange land, land of Pohjola
I took my gift,
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By Amorphis, I shall have a son,
out of Cornwall shall he come,
that
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By Amorphis, Not thirsty am I for the blood
Of redeemer of thy
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By Amorphis, Your helping hand is killing me
If you see me suffer
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By Amorphis, Only one can make me do my good deeds
Only one
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By Amorphis, I climb to the higher ground
to see what’s behind the
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By Amorphis, Under the vault of heavens
I stood alone, waiting
The blaze of
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By Amorphis, I will never sleep alone
(never without you)
Whatever you say to
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By Amorphis, I am of crimson blood
Nought shall hold me
Mirror mine the
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By Amorphis, I have a good mind
Take into my head
To start singing
Begin
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By Amorphis, The islander slips into hiding
And takes to his heels
Out of
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By Amorphis, ---KARELIA---
"The sound of thousand warriors
The fields of thousand battles
Still, in
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By Amorphis, There’s no existing misery
that just fades away
faint hearted mindless tracks
through
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By Amorphis, Fate changed
Life healed like a wound
How does the kind of
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By Amorphis, [Hawkwind cover]
In the darkness I will shine, cast no shadows,
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By Amorphis, You know that it would be untrue;
You know that I
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By Amorphis, Hey there, tiny wench
My perpetual serf
Put stew in a pot
Bring
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By Amorphis, In the bowels of rocky mountain
A fiery bird I forged
Forged
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By Amorphis, We sail across the sea,
In our thoughts we float over
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By Amorphis, Where has the sun gone from us
Where is the moon
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By Amorphis, Go, look at the moon
And inspect the sun!
Now they are
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By Amorphis, You live only for yourself
Or send your soul to the
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By Amorphis, Feel the ground
the mourning soil
close your eyes and lay
confront the
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By Amorphis, Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music
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By Amorphis, Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that
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By Amorphis, Slowly turns the key of time
In the lock of promises
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By Amorphis, As a rot to rape the spring sown seed
A plague
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By Amorphis, Old folk remember
And those today learn
How before their
