The Clouds of Northland Thunder

When one must overcome And one must fight for light and some Came across the power of the sea Or the blowing of the North-wing. Then were the times ahead For men in victory or death Still bravery of them is told in Saga! These stories are about the H

In the shades of the verdant forest tender and mild winds are washing the leaves. Echoing whispers lead me to valley where a tree stands in a silver dress Leaves shaped of tears of sorrow and lonely years gleaming in the light of the rising sun. The

Cold breeze blows in a misty grove Making dying leaves fall on the forgotten one Sleeping in a frost-covered ground Waiting for someone to find his lonely grave And so did winter come over the grove With beautiful pure white snow Covering all tracks

"It's not a dream and it's not your imagination." I'm lying in my bedroom restless at nights And feeling someone's lying next to my side I hear a heavy breathing - someone's next to me And watching me Sweet dreams now come to me Your flesh is we