Screaming wakes me up, I`m the regret on your face.
Spear cuts the head away, she is already gone.
No mornings when I stand on my own emotions.
Where would be the garland of withered roses.

Northern Call!
Northern Call!

Sleeping on the ice, at the little black pond.
You`re going to fly, to the darkness of midnight.

I will write the manuscript of life and death.
Sun goes down, it`s time to get evil.
I`m alone, I wanna be a flame.
You`re livin´ in the empty cave under the fear.

Man is telling the myth of disappear.
How I can rebound out of this passion.
I don`t want to distort my past.
All of those memories are dyed black.

Northern Call!

I will write the manuscript of life and death.
Sun goes down, it`s time to get evil.
I`m alone, I wanna be a flame.
You`re living in the empty cave under the fear.

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