"He still feels the black angel Who's dragging the caravan"
They roam through an ocean of sand Despite weakness and blazing heat of the sun God and the sword in their hands But slowly they loose heart
So they roam, for the power of the land For King and God, along the brink of ruin Only priest knows the payment If he realizes desert
He still feels the black angel Who's dragging the caravan (X2) Who's dragging the caravan Who's dragging... the caravan through the desert!
Burnt from the red hot wind The cities they look Without mercy but full of violence To bring new gods to the land
He still feels the black angel Who's dragging the caravan (X2) Who's dragging the caravan Who's dragging... the caravan through the desert!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
