Walpurga - New Found Land

Roll out your kites

Set the alarm

Practice your stances

Sharpen your senses

Give all that you got

Take what you need

High expectations

Instant serenity

Got plenty of rope

To lift or to trap

Guarding the entrances

The ritual commences

Lick on the snow

Follow my gaze

Away from the surface

So give me the light

Give me the light

Give me the light

Give me the light

Speaking in tongues

Pain in my cheeks

Nothing to set you free

In this opacity

Colourful feet

Walking in lead

Got all the answers

Oceans of sin

Towers collide

Werewolfs are howling

Virtue is slumbering

I can’t get enough

I’m already bored

Waiting for something

To give me the light

Give me the light

Give me the light

Give me the light

Let all vice turn to smoke

Leave the past to the pyre

Turn all crime into coal

Feed your wrongs to the fire

Let your envy die to ember

Give the guilt to the flame

Use your doubt as tinder

Rise from ashes into daybreak