We praise the storm of instincts - Proclaim with iron hand! Oh none so vile Witchfinders shall arise! While making love to satyr Far down in the woods Enough, I´m on fire - And tonight, we ride or die!
"Worry not, my child I hear their chariots in the night!"
The doomed ones ride out With wooden pendants of blood Dark cobble-stoned alleys Feed our souls alive
Deranged pagan sons Warlocks in their prime Not asking anything But graveyards in the night
The cause is noble Becoming sovereign on our side Foul witches men seek But fair ones we keep
Deranged pagan sons Warlocks in their prime Not asking anything But graveyards in the night
...Let´s go!
One drink from this chalice Is all you can take The last thing you´ll hear or see Is the Cardinals Folly!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
