1. RESTLESS KIND OF FEELING

It's a restless kind of feeling as I walk the musty halls
On the misty side of daybreak, I shall gaze these castle Walls
And I sigh when I spy - dust so far away
For I feel it all starting in my heart once again

It's a restless kind of feeling as I feel your body deep
Just a silver ray of moonlight lights up your shining teeth
And I sigh as I cry out - tonight you are mine
Yet I feel the sorrow starting in my heart once again

Um... you will go

For it's me, Why you come
In this troubled time of war
I will be, I will do
Everything for my man
Then you'll go, And you'll try
To unify this land

It's a restless kind of feeling as I walk the musty halls
On the misty side of daybreak, I shall gaze these castle Walls
And I sigh when I spy - dust so far away
For I feel it all starting in my heart once again

For it's me, Why you come
In this troubled time of war
I will be, I will do
Everything for my man
Then you'll go, And you'll try
To unify this land

War tears up our land
Love tears out my heart
Time is always gone
Each time that we start

It's a restless kind of feeling as I walk the musty halls
On the misty side of daybreak, I shall gaze these castle Walls

For it's me, Why you come
In this troubled time of war
I will be, I will do
Everything for my man
Then you'll go, And you'll try
To unify this land


2. WINTER OF DEATH

Colder than anything that I have ever seen
Freezing our skin as we try to march again

Marching this winter of death
Mad men are leading us on
Oh in the Spring, they say freedom will sing
...Trough the snow...

(Oh) how I dream for my love, my wine and my home
Valued so low when I was there before

Marching this winter of death
Frost aches my fingers and toes
When summer was high, we were ready to die
Marching this winter of death

All gone, all gone, - all that I loved so,
My joy, my song, - frozen inside,
Take me my Lord, - take me to Hell,
If Hell is warm and dry tonight

No fire - too bright, - we're under attack now
Sergeant - calls loud, - men take your swords out
So cold - too cold, - to hold my sword
Or my life, or my soul, hold my sword!!

Snow keeps on coming but someone said that it's Spring
I see the thaw and we feel life return again

Marching this winter of death
Saving this land with our blood
Now in the Spring, they say freedom does sing
Marching this winter of death