Desolated Dreams
11-26-2004, 07:39 AM
Desolated Dreams - Valhalla
Tabbed By: Desolated dreams
Email: Desolated Dreamer
Set sail for the west at dawn, Pass the lighthouse on the cliffs.
The great sun beckens all, then the haze begins to lift.
The sea birds follow as the boat begins to glide.
The sails blossom as the wind gives us its tide.
200 soldiers sit and hurl the aws with grace.
We contemplate the strenth of the army we'll face.
Our spears and shields by our sides gleam in the sun.
We'll be prepared for you when the killing time comes.
When the killing time will come.
When the killing time will come.
On the ship of Valhalla.
On the bow i stand.
Lash my sword into the air.
Forever will i stand.
On the ship of Valhalla.
On the bow i stand.
Lash my sword into the air.
Forever will i stand.
Sail in the wind.
The ocean she sings.
The sun gives her life to the place that i love.
Blue skies show hope.
As we gide the boat.
Will 200 men be here when we return?
Land approaches to the left of us and now the mist shrouds our eyes.
We clinch are own thoughts and grasp our fear in our minds.
Prepare our weapons as they sit between our hands.
Wrapping them tighter as the boat draws to the land.
Every second puts us in a trance of fear.
Each heart is pounding as the battle draws on near.
Questions flow like a river through the head 'will i make it back here?'
No time for questions, no time for tears.
There is no time for tears.
There is no time for tears.
On the ship of Valhalla.
On the bow i stand.
Lash my sword into the air.
Forever will i stand.
On the ship of Valhalla.
On the bow i stand.
Lash my sword into the air.
Forever will i stand.
Sail in the wind.
The ocean she sings.
The sun gives her life to the place that i love.
Blue skies show hope.
As we gide the boat.
Will 200 men be here when we return?
Morning waves its flags.
And the standing just collapse.
The battle comes to close.
How many dead? god only knows.
Bodies swarm the beach.
Souls of the dead meet.
Shadows of men remain.
Join at the hands to comemorate.
On the ship of Valhalla.
On the bow i stand.
Lash my sword into the air.
Forever will i stand.
On the ship of Valhalla.
On the bow i stand.
Lash my sword into the air.
Forever will i stand.
Red skies show mourn.
For men lost in war.
200 souls drift across the grey moors.
Red skies show mourn.
For men lost in war.
200 souls drift across the grey moors.
Tabbed By: Desolated dreams
Email: Desolated Dreamer
Set sail for the west at dawn, Pass the lighthouse on the cliffs.
The great sun beckens all, then the haze begins to lift.
The sea birds follow as the boat begins to glide.
The sails blossom as the wind gives us its tide.
200 soldiers sit and hurl the aws with grace.
We contemplate the strenth of the army we'll face.
Our spears and shields by our sides gleam in the sun.
We'll be prepared for you when the killing time comes.
When the killing time will come.
When the killing time will come.
On the ship of Valhalla.
On the bow i stand.
Lash my sword into the air.
Forever will i stand.
On the ship of Valhalla.
On the bow i stand.
Lash my sword into the air.
Forever will i stand.
Sail in the wind.
The ocean she sings.
The sun gives her life to the place that i love.
Blue skies show hope.
As we gide the boat.
Will 200 men be here when we return?
Land approaches to the left of us and now the mist shrouds our eyes.
We clinch are own thoughts and grasp our fear in our minds.
Prepare our weapons as they sit between our hands.
Wrapping them tighter as the boat draws to the land.
Every second puts us in a trance of fear.
Each heart is pounding as the battle draws on near.
Questions flow like a river through the head 'will i make it back here?'
No time for questions, no time for tears.
There is no time for tears.
There is no time for tears.
On the ship of Valhalla.
On the bow i stand.
Lash my sword into the air.
Forever will i stand.
On the ship of Valhalla.
On the bow i stand.
Lash my sword into the air.
Forever will i stand.
Sail in the wind.
The ocean she sings.
The sun gives her life to the place that i love.
Blue skies show hope.
As we gide the boat.
Will 200 men be here when we return?
Morning waves its flags.
And the standing just collapse.
The battle comes to close.
How many dead? god only knows.
Bodies swarm the beach.
Souls of the dead meet.
Shadows of men remain.
Join at the hands to comemorate.
On the ship of Valhalla.
On the bow i stand.
Lash my sword into the air.
Forever will i stand.
On the ship of Valhalla.
On the bow i stand.
Lash my sword into the air.
Forever will i stand.
Red skies show mourn.
For men lost in war.
200 souls drift across the grey moors.
Red skies show mourn.
For men lost in war.
200 souls drift across the grey moors.