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Marching through the gates of fire New battles on the rise Breathing in the winds of war Victorious desire deep inside Tyrants' wrath upon this world Bestow the might to throne Battalions on the fields of war To chaos...

Clear sights through the depths I ride Inside my mind the thoughts I hide I ought to bear my existence And burn to be... The visions that was brought to me Not different from my fantasy Between two worlds I am Quested...

Cross the woods of no return Embrace the flames awaiting me Cross the bridge where fire burn Eternal deeps toward the pass I'm beyond the darkness gates Emerged into the shades Searching for the wisdom of the ages...

Emerged from the shadows Reincarnated by the walls Into the blackened meadows Straight into the darkside falls All souls on fire Coloured by a bloodred sky The flames reaching higher Feel the glimpse of red tonight The...

On days of north wind infinity appears Against the unknown allegiance of fear Of pagan wisdoms and pagan sights We created kingdoms blended by might All fearless servants Blind fortunes for the throne For the ode of...

dedicated to Quorthon Far beyond the quiet Where the gods no longer reign The ice once formed the landscapes Into mountainsides and stains Many miles to walk here Still so many miles to stalk A place to be remembered...

I AINSE LOVED A LASS I ainse loved a lass and I loved her sae well That I hate all others that spoke of her ill But now she's rewarded me ill for my love She's gone tae get wed tae another When I saw my love tae the...

I am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger I am a poor wayfaring stranger A-trav'ling through this land of woe. And there's no sickness, toil or danger In that bright world to which I go. I'm going home to see my father...

I AM A PRETTY LITTLE DUTCH GIRL I am a pretty little Dutch girl As pretty as pretty can be And all the boys around my way Go crazy over me My boyfriend's name was fatty He comes from Cincinnati With a pimple on his...

I Am a Suffragette (M. Olive Drennen, C Hanford, 1912) I met a little country girl, eighteen years old, she said Her eyes were black, her hair was jet, and she sadly to me said, Chorus: "Yes, Papa...

I BELIEVE IF I LIVED MY LIFE AGAIN (Bruce Phillips) cho: I believe if I lived my life again I'd still be here with you I believe if I lived my life again I'd still be here with you You know I think if lady...

I CAN'T FEEL AT HOME IN THIS WORLD ANYMORE This world is not my home, I'm just a-passing through My treasures and my hopes are all beyond the blue; Where many Christian children have gone on before, And I can't feel at...

I'D RATHER MAKE COFFEE THAN LOVE Tho he brought her sweet candy, a flower, a dove She preferred making pots of hot coffee to love. Though from Everest he plucked her a star from above She preferred making coffee to...

I DON'T KNOW WHERE I STAND Funny day, looking for laughter and finding it there Sunny day, braiding white flowers and leaves in my hair Picked up a pencil and wrote 'I love you' in my finest hand Wanted to send it but...

I Don't Want to Join the Army I don't want to join the army I don't want to go to war. I would rather hang around Picadilly's underground A'livin off the earnings of a 'igh born lady I don't want a bullet in me...

I DREAM OF JEANNIE WITH THE LIGHT BROWN HAIR (Stephen Foster) I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair Borne like a vapor on the summer air I see her tripping where the bright streams play Happy as the daisies that...

I DREAMED THERE WERE UNICORNS by Bill Caddick We were traveling north to sing and play For friends that we had never met Been working hard and didn't speak The sky was grey and threatened wet And I dreamed that I saw...

If a Lady's wearin' Pantaloons If a lady wearin' pantaloons is swingin' wit' a knife, Must I stop an' cross-examine as to sex?_ "Air you Datto Mudd, his ownself, m'am, or air you jest his wife? Kindly answer 'fore I...

IF EVER I MARRY If ever I marry, I'll marry a maid. To marry a widow I'm sore afraid. For maids they are simple and never will grutch (grudge) But widows full oft, as they say, know too much A maid is so sweet, and so...

IF HE'D BE A BUCKAROO If he'd be a buckaroo by his trade I'd have him a hondoo ready made And if he throws his turns on right He'll have my hondoo every night If he'd be a preacher by his trade I'd have him a pulpit...