Enigma Songtext
von Amorphis

On his trail the stones they grew
He was led astray
Forces stripped, he had to face
Magic unseen
When he asked he was not answered
But he wouldn′t yield
What he asked for was not given
A shape to his dream


To a world in mass of waters
Mountains of high
He desires his both gowns
To claim his due
A shadow more
In lonely spear of the fairest men of them all
Restless one
Won't hurt to his like it
But the wind won′t be born

Lo he spoke in riddle tones
Of three things to achieve
Fire and guts, the devil's moods
And bring it here to be

Lo he spoke in riddle tones
Of three things to achieve
Fire and guts, the devil's moods
And bring it here to be
Chase the stallion born of fire
Harnest the flaming horse
He captured and bound the moods
He tamed the golden horse

Still reminder, one final test
Under burden from stream of death
Still reminder, one final test
Under burden from stream of death