Haunted and lost - abandoned they are Down in the abyss in a kingdom so far Creatures of light - ignominious and pale Born in a wasteland and longing for the grail
We're galloping fast over mountains and plains We're facing the evil till nothing remains We're the seekers of truth We're the rangers of light On white horses - under sweltering skies
Where the cold winds blow in the hot desert sun Where the grimace of the moon will glaring come undone Where ghouls in shrouds crucify the living dead Call to arms - the target is ahead
We're riding through ghost town We're hunting the dead On the verge of our lunacy The trails of the mad
We're conquering ghost town We're guarding the weak At the gates of insanity We're riding to free
Dressed in dark shadows Surrounded by ghouls Men - gun down the bastards Let's see who's bulletproofed
Their foul bodies shake as we unleash our rage This play will be over when they've all left the stage You wanna see more of flesh, blood and gore Then it's up to you - to shout for encore
Where the cold winds blow in the hot desert sun Where the grimace of the moon will glaring come undone Where ghouls in shrouds crucify the living dead Call to arms - the target is ahead
We're riding through ghost town We're hunting the dead On the verge of our lunacy The trails of the mad
We're conquering ghost town We're guarding the weak At the gates of insanity We're riding to freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
