Lyrics The Sign from the North Side - Amorphis
True
Celtic
power
From
the
cape
of
Cornwall
Cry
of
hope,
angels
cry
This
was
omen,
our
sign,
prediction
In
this
proud
land
I
grew
up
strong
My
tears
are
flowing
all
around
The
wind
is
twisting
my
sorrow
Distant
gate,
gothic
grave
Through
ages
our
clan
still
remain
True
Celtic
power
From
the
cape
of
Cornwall
Cry
of
hope,
angels
cry
This
was
omen,
our
sign,
prediction
All
through
my
life
I
have
carried
our
ring
The
omen
All
this
was
the
fragment
from
my
life
In
this
proud
land
I
was
born
alone
I
was
taught
to
fight,
taught
to
win
They
told
me
the
way
Of
steel
and
secret
I
am
the
unburied
child
Child
without
a
name
Without
fate
I
fight
for
peace
and
love
I
am
reborn
1 Karelia
2 The Gathering
3 Grail's Mysteries
4 Warriors Trial
5 Black Embrace
6 The Exile of the Sons of Uisliu
7 The Lost Name of God
8 The Pilgrimage
9 Misery Path
10 The Sign from the North Side
11 Vulgar Necrolatry
12 Pilgrimage From Darkness (Privilege of Evil)
13 Black Embrace (Privilege of Evil)
14 Privilege Of Evil (Privilege of Evil)
15 Misery Path (Privilege of Evil)
16 Vulgar Necrolatry (Privilege of Evil)
17 Excursing From Existence (Privilege of Evil)
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