Lyrics Trows Kind (Live) - Elvenking
                                                Concealed 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                view
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hidden 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                knowledge 
                                                of 
                                                Men
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                little 
                                                kind 
                                                through 
                                                trees 
                                                it 
                                                lives
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nymphs 
                                                of 
                                                dark 
                                                and 
                                                lust
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Fairy 
                                                of 
                                                bad 
                                                fate!"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Somebody 
                                                tells 
                                                he 
                                                has 
                                                seen
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                little 
                                                ones
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                even 
                                                that 
                                                have 
                                                talked 
                                                with 
                                                them
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                nice 
                                                and 
                                                handsome
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Please, 
                                                don′t 
                                                be 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                fool!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tell 
                                                everyone 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                witches 
                                                come 
                                                tonight"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Desire 
                                                grows, 
                                                denial 
                                                howls
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                will 
                                                has 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Divine 
                                                the 
                                                wicked 
                                                multitude
 
                                    
                                
                                                Worship 
                                                your 
                                                servitude"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Enthroned 
                                                and 
                                                ringed 
                                                with 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                mighty 
                                                old 
                                                oak
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                lightness 
                                                side
 
                                    
                                
                                                Daughters 
                                                and 
                                                sons
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                times 
                                                to 
                                                carry 
                                                on,
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                my 
                                                life 
                                                for 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                on 
                                                singing 
                                                my 
                                                tale
 
                                    
                                
                                                Deny 
                                                the 
                                                Trows 
                                                kind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don′t 
                                                you 
                                                dare 
                                                to 
                                                stay 
                                                behind?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                years 
                                                and 
                                                centuries,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                myth 
                                                and 
                                                poetry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Our 
                                                race's 
                                                slowly 
                                                dying
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                heart 
                                                of 
                                                mankind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Deep 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                woods
 
                                    
                                
                                                They're 
                                                dressed 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                fruits 
                                                of 
                                                earth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Arcane 
                                                adorers 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                roots
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dance 
                                                Henking 
                                                tonight
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Fairy 
                                                of 
                                                bad 
                                                fate!"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Vanishing 
                                                through 
                                                branches
 
                                    
                                
                                                Followeed 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                Redcaps
 
                                    
                                
                                                They′re 
                                                greddy 
                                                for 
                                                silver 
                                                and 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                (And)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trapped 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                web 
                                                of 
                                                branches 
                                                and 
                                                leaves 
                                                dead
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                hear 
                                                voices 
                                                reciting 
                                                    a 
                                                prayer...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                nearer 
                                                and 
                                                see!
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Hare 
                                                hare 
                                                good 
                                                sent 
                                                the 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                haire 
                                                likeness, 
                                                just 
                                                see 
                                                me 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                shall 
                                                be 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                woman′s 
                                                likeness 
                                                soon"
 
                                    
                                
                            1 The Manifesto (Live)
2 Trows Kind (Live)
3 The Wanderer (Live)
4 Runereader (Live)
5 Pagan Revolution (Live)
6 She Lives at Dawn (Live)
7 Jigsaw Puzzle (Live)
8 Elvenlegions (Live)
9 The Cabal (Live)
10 A Prayer to Cernunnos (Live)
11 Moonbeam Stone Circle (Live)
12 Symohn's Bash (Live)
13 From Blood to Stone (Live)
14 Skywards (Live)
15 Disillusion's Reel (Live)
16 Elven Aftermath (Live)
17 Seasonspeech (Live)
18 Through Wolf's Eyes (Live)
19 The Divided Heart (Live)
20 Neverending Nights (Live)
21 The Winter Wake (Live)
22 Era Theme (Live)
23 The Loser (Live)
24 The Oak Woods Bestowed (Live)
25 Pagan Purity (Live)
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.