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The pain of the torture During the defence of sanity And my lust who I ignore Memories of scorn were forlorn.

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Deny my faded grace My mind blows the magic It deserves the demons Make reality crumble. Forsaken out of my life Love is rising I am condemned Of not to be worthy of you. Lake Of Sorrow You've buried me down Through my icy lake of sorrow There's no vision my eyes Take me and make us one See the shadow of my obsession Knowing her so well Let your visions know the passion I feel this lost, oh, take away, away In this life I feel lost for you All those times I've been praying for your love In your eyes I see love and innocence But I still, I do not know Am I loving you, still I want your touch Are you loving me, do you want to do We are lost in our own paradise Come on follow my voice, and we will fly We are lost in our own paradise Come on follow my voice, and we will fly Hold on to love with life we would have If love is for real then I believe But if love is not for real Why don't you take me far away Until The Dark Until the dark I'm searching for my love under the stars I'm fading all apart my heart is stolen taken away like they said when I have found as we stay there turn the faith in love I see you here with me but I fear the day for you hear my dear I watch the land and the window fallen down I feel the pain inside of me like a cloud no one can save me the time will come for my death I think of you and wish me into an another live I see you here with me but I fear the day for you I see you here with me but I fear the dead for you hear my dear I watch the land and the window fallen dark I feel the pain inside of me like a cloud no one can save me the time will come for my death I think of you and wish me into an another live I see you here with me but I fear the day for you feel my tears 6.

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The Lake of Sorrows

All Alone I look to the sky the sun has faded away the moonlight shines down on me the gods play their symphonies I feel so lost I fall on my knees I think about times that used to be when we danced just you and me I cant't find the right words to say I don't know how to say goodbye Here There's no sorrow Showed us hope Angel of my forest Saw my perfect Remoun you I'm almost dead I've lost my hope My last farewell In my eyes you see no pride In my eyes you see no light In my eyes you see a tear In my eyes you see my fear In my eyes you see my love In my eyes you see no plight In my eyes you see my hate In my eyes you see my fate Forever all alone 7.

Silent Pain Lost by the past Of another soul.

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Hart's language sings, and the gothic atmosphere lingers the way peat clings to the skin of bog workers.

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I can offer you, too, unbounded wealth and power. For a long time she meditated on the form her revenge should take, then one day she called her kinsfolk together, and asked them to make her a magic lake on the mountain called Slieve Gullion—a lake that would take youth and strength from whoever entered its water. The weeks passed by, and one autumn day it happened that Fionn was alone on the plain of Allen. Suddenly a fawn darted out from the wood a short distance away, and Fionn, calling Bran and Sgeolan to him, started in pursuit.

Northwards the fawn fled, but all through the long chase Fionn and his dogs kept it in sight. At length they came to Slieve Gullion, and the fawn, with its pursuers close on it now, steadily mounted the hillside; but, as they were passing through a dense thicket of tall-growing bracken, the fawn disappeared, nor could the dogs pick up its trail or scent it in any direction.

album: "Lake Of Sorrow" (1997)

While his hounds nosed round, Fionn walked to the top of the mountain, and came to a lovely little lake, on the brink of which sat a young girl who wept and looked sorrowfully into the water. I put you under geasa , O Fian-chief—for I know well you are Fionn—to recover it for me. He held it out to the girl who, laughing maliciously, snatched it from him, and springing into the lake disappeared without even giving Fionn a word of thanks.

Fionn was astonished at this proceeding, but he thought to himself, "Well, there's no accounting for the ways of women," and waded to the shore. He began to walk towards his clothes, but suddenly felt so weak and weary and old that he had to sit down.

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When he tried to rise he found he could not, for crooked old age had come swiftly upon him; so on his hands and knees he crawled to his clothes, and wrapping his cloak round him lay down on the grass, wondering what evil thing had befallen him. Bran and Sgeolan ran up then, panting and thirsty, and after drinking from the lake sniffed round Fionn, but, not recognizing either him or his voice, ran off again.

On hearing that Fionn had started out by himself, they followed and had tracked him as far as the lake. It was as inconceivable to him that his dearest friends did not know him, nor did he like to reveal to them that he was Fionn, the foremost champion of Ireland.