Three angels guide the way Beyond the hills to a roaring fate Proud stallion gleaming white And a blood red cloak of crimson fire
There goes the Fool He is bound unto his fate He's travelled to far for oh so long Betwixt thy heart and thy steel His journey churns like a burning wheel
Beware the night!
Can you see that stalking knave? That wretched Vagabond? He holds his lantern tall To trip the old fool and watch him fall He chimes many to his beck and call Abandon hope and follow nose
Through deepest dungeons and accursed knolls The fool searches for the sacred keep But could never tell you what it is he seeks
Bedivere, Lancelot, Percival All failed For where is the king now? Is he lost to time? Or does he simply sleep?
Bring me home Bring me there Take me to the Fisher King And a maiden fair
But still the angels guide the way Beyond the hills to a roaring fate The stallion gleaming white And a blood red cloak of crimson fire Emerald hills and mountains tall Deepest dungeon and accursed knolls Bound to fate and born to reign The King awaits his tomb of flameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.