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Train roll on, on down the line,
Won't you please take me far away?
Now I feel the wind blow outside my door,
Means I'm leaving my woman behind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My woman's gone with the wind.

And I don't know where I'm going.
I just want to be left alone.
Well, when this train ends I'll try again,
But I'm leaving my woman at home.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My woman's gone with the wind.

Train roll on many miles from my home,
See, I'm riding my blues away.
Tuesday, you see, she had to be free
But somehow I've got to carry on.

When you appear as an angel,
Look at me now, losing my way.
Could you ever kill the pain in my heart?
Even though they say angels donÂ’t kill.

Saatiin kuin saatiinkin vuoden lopuksi studio varattua!
Wiskit naamariin ja ääntä avaamaan!

Still searching for my way, the right way to be
still pondering what I've done
I'm still thinking what I've said, still finding from within
and all that I know is still not enough

I'm being held by the one
shadow tormenting my soul
the curving neck of a swan
the slow turning of a birds head

So white its plumes and feathers
its breast like the moon in water
silent and tranquil it moves
on the river in the calm

I wander back on familiar roads
I sense the marks I left on the hills
I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds
they make me muse on life

Up the hill and the mountain
I look back, I look down
there flows the River of Death
and here the wind in my hair.

I set out on a longest road
to seek the answers from Death
I set out to the black sacred stream
to seek out and shoot a white swan

On desolate and stony paths
from a mountain to a vale
I reached the shore and saw it come
into my view, the swan

I took the arrow and raised my bow
I aimed below the graceful neck
under the white of it's breast
inside the red of it's heart

The surface of the river calm and black
reflects the sky, the pale moon
and there a glimpse caught of myself
I'm shattered, the vision is ruined

An arrow from the water
a serpent rips my mind
into the black river of Death
with a slash across my heart

My last sight a white swan
behind the swan a starless sky
under the sky a coal black river
reflected a bone white moon.

Mä synnyin nahkahousut jalassa, faija diggas Black Sabbathia, mutsi keräs jääkaapin oven täyteen solvet tarroja.
Me käytiin kerran lapissa, siel oli paljon itikoita. Puri meikäläisen täyteen pahkuja... Vit ,että kaikki voi mennä hyvin.......

Pure Fucking Metal!! Oli helvetin hyvä keikka eilen... Ääni mennyt ja niskalihakset on kuin hylkeellä. Se suomalainen lämppäri yhtye oli ihan perseestä! Luotto muuten ihmisiin on täysi nolla, niin sitä hyvät kaveritkin vaan kusee nilkoille selän takana. No mitä noista piittaamaan! We will Rise!

HUOMENNA!!!

Se on totta siis.
Pääkaupunki seudulla elelen.
Omia biisiä on jokunen valmiina.
Musiikki kuviot on laajentuneet hyvin. Nyt on kolme yhtyettä tulessa.
Loppun sanat:"Mä elän vieläkin!"

piiskasi naamaani rakeet,
repi tuuli hiukseni.
maa paloi allani,
ja poltti rakoille jalkani.

otin tyynesti vastaan sen kaiken,
sillä olinhan sen ansainnut.
ymmärsin miksi suureni valo,
pakoon silti en lähtenyt.