They felt an eerie presence Something ancient, something strong Black iron box in the darkness Inside the niche across the hall
This was what they had to defend This was where their master went To seek the counsel of the living head To seek the counsel of the baphomet
10.000 strong, they stormed the walls To end the gruelling siege
To battle, murder and destroy The last crusader keep Defended by 300 knights This was their final stand
10.000 souls had stormed the walls The knights gave up the fight Inside the crypt the head recalled The story of his life...
Dark eyes surveyed them from inside Terrible soul-searing sight Eyes shimmering with ancient knowledge Eyes filled with ancient pride
The head of a Roman Emperor Adored with a laurel crown?
Or the face of a Celtic king With runic Ogham carved?
This was what they had to defend This was where their master went To seek the counsel of the living head To seek the counsel of the Baphomet
"10.000 souls had stormed the walls The knights gave up the fight Inside the crypt the head recalled The story of his life..."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
