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2. Hero In A Dream
A witch read from the palm of his hand
that his life would turn into darkness
and alone he would face all demons
from his past that he tries to forget
An elder king warned of the dangers
that lie in the valleys of north and
his only change was to find his shadow
so he had to set forth
He is the man who travels in the land
of dragons and magic spells
He rides in the winds of fire and snow
and he rules the forest of elves
Slash of the golden sword
a flash in the burning night
Curse of the evil lord
He is fighting for his life for the last time
Oh such beauty in time, but it's just external
He cannot see the truth with his eyes, so he is bound by a lie
The snow starts falling in paradise, as he gazes at the stars
He will be born again in the sky, when the night turns into a dawn
On the way to the ancient castle of time
he will soon be damned by rage
so that his pride could betray him
when it's time to set him free
The tears in his mind had to be pushed aside
as he walked through the gates
He will never die
'cause he is truly a Hero in a Dream
Children Of Bodom-Bed Of Razors
I see the candle light burning in your
eyes, flareing up my eyes in flames
On this pitch-black summer night...
of passion and pain
The razor caressed my flesh
and my arms turned red, I feel a vast desire
Years of pain are flowing down my arms.
Sweet, red, warm stream you drink, make me released
Give me your hand, let me make you feel the ease,
in the bed of razors we bleed together...
I feel the fire burning in my heart,
I see it sparkling in your eyes
The blaze you're feeding more and more
The razor caressed your flesh and your arms turned red.
I feel your vast desire
Tearing pain is flowing down your arms.
Sweet, red, warm stream I drink to make you released
Holding your arms, cherish this composure,
in the bed of razors we sleep together, forever...
