High in a tower, far away from daily life And old man sits on his throne The room is dim and you can hardly hear The city that spreads down below Dreams of faded glory haunt his memory The vultures are waiting, he knows it too well! And mournful he wishes he could return To days of youth and to shatter the world...
His aching limbs remind him There's a price that's soon to pay And this time his power won't save him From the reaper who's after his soul...
Oh, how hard it is for a warrior To bear the spears Old Age throws When the way to death - which he never feared! Is paved with misery and pain... Looking back, he doth ask himself: "Whom did I do all this for?" His own sons did fall long years ago Sacrificed on his path to fame...
Remembrance leaves him smiling For moments the warmth of life hath burned But then his knowledge doth return There's a price that's soon to pay...
Uneasy he shifts around on his throne Death's icy grip, it's ever so near! What no one suspects, he doth know it well For the Horned One's assistance he'll soon have to pay In early days of mindless youth Light-hearted was his oath And though he did serve very well He's still afraid to go...
For no longer can he set the rules He's soon to play the Master's game And that thought leaves him worrying About the price that's soon to pay...
The screams of the dying, the wailing of widows Yes, he sent many souls to burn! The hatred he brewed for the minds of men Is the fuel of the fires of Hell! He washed the streets with the blood of his victims Not once, but wherever he came And the thought of their souls serving him soon Doth make him shiver with joy...
And no longer is he fearful With pleasure he will heed the Call The loving presence of the Master Maketh this price a joy...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
