Go celebrate yeah, go celebrate yeah Go celebrate yeah, go celebrate Seasons change, they rearrange So why can't you and I, say why? Can't you and I,
you and I--say why Thoughts we find, are so unkind We often have to cry--but why Chorus: Celebrate, change your thoughts to love Celebrate, what you
Tulkojums: Zemes vēja un uguns. Svinēt.
t you and I--say why Thoughts we find, are so unkind We often have to cry--but why Chorus: Celebrate, change your thoughts to love Celebrate, what you
like some rare eagle on the wind Well it turns and life comes bursting in And the earth you thought would beat you down
With a smiling face, while we played We could play it cause we're living in the greatest nation We should be thankful living love, bringing celebration
Sacred night on the Eve of May We gather before the stars Taste the Hunger of the Fire Vastness of the Continuum Heretics of a way unseen Celebrate, the
The dark silouette of the creature poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently. Red eyes filled with fire and
courage, gife me your force Blow, northerly wind, come, wind of death Storms, hurricanes, be at my side By water, by air, by fire, by earth Oh purificator
. The grey-haired elder opens the secret of his past, through night and fire his word again find the youth. His face covered with wrinkles like waterless earth
the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we've found ourselves shouting into the wind When we should have been confiding
're all about to die, you dismiss it like it's science fiction, the time has come, your time is up. We got earth, wind, fire and ice, all we need
flesh Wet limbs lie down to dry in the wind sumbols painted with blood on bare skin Earth now nourished with milk and with cum celebration of nature
loves own hand So goes the prayer if for a day peace on earth And good will to man At twenty below the winter storm it billows But the fire is so warm
Get To Live This Way, Like Every Day Is A Holiday. At The Harvest Time, When The Work Is Done. And I Celebrate By Worshiping The Earth And The Sun We
wind and forced to bring life to the hundred bastard sons. The unholy ones will give strength for all evil to live and the fires of death burn high.
