Walking through this wasteland Carrying wicked thoughts within my mind Wwondering what will be Is there any future for mankind? War is raging somewhere
You are playing with evil things Claim to be a magician, but you know nothing about it You are just a sorry fool Let me tell you this I have seen
on the Mountain Reaching for the Sun Searching for the Temple Where it all begun Beholding at the cosmos The Moon is so far You're about to meet Reverend Bizarre
The city of sin is lying in the evening glow Son of God coming through the gates only one will know A man named Loot gives him shelter from the crowd
When crimson darkness rules the earth and creatures gather behind your windowa?¦ How does it feel to be all alone? How does it feel to hear them roam
Baby donA't be afraid even though itA's late. I can lead our path - ThereA's no time to lose! Hand in hand weA'll go in to the land below where we
I am now leading my path sanctified for departure into the shrine where I once summoned thee I am sealing my destiny to become forgotten carrying this
A long way from our home Destined to roam Where the sun won't shine Under silver moon Wandering through woods Where life still exists Prisoner of Ring
I carry on, I can hear the eastern sea. Under the hill the city sleeps in silent wintertime. How many times have I walked this bridge across the stream
Infernal vision I saw, out from the darkness it came to me Angel in appalling form revealing how the forthcoming days will be Her voice was hollow and
Through the darkness witches fly although I think I see no broom Spreading plaque across the sky their mist is drawing down the moon Council gathers
Passing through the seven gates I ride Dusty road behind forever You have got no hope, no place to hide Ironsides will rise with Oliver Cromwell
You're a man with thousand faces Every day another mask You creep within dark places Implementing a dreadful task You act like a man of mission But to
It came like a black cloud rolling through the sky without warning I had to learn the truth. As the book was closed we all knew it was his turn to die
Coming through the night I am carried by the wind Mansion in my sight I am redeemer of the sinned He met me by the door Praying for the dead Remembering
As a master of secret knowledge receive my gift of magic and you see the world through the eyes of a witch We will walk together under the shelter
My God have mercy upon me in this Hour of Death I pray for thee to take my life instead of the one I so dearly love Her face is pale like the ivory of
Preklad: Reverend Bizarre. The Devil Rides Out.
