Where I am about to fare a black shroud hangs over the land Crucifixes on window panes, they believe in magickal ways Dim lights on the bloodstained sand lend me their helping hand This mystery I unveil, it's the work for which I get paid
In the woods where the wolfsbane blooms Lost girl, little helpless fool Slumbering as the moonfire burns Her guts outside it turns
Blood streams in the light of moon Flesh reaped, now it's time to return To a form of common weak man No-one ever understands
I am the wolfslayer Yet my silver's begun to rust Old mad man they call me I can't expect no friendly trust
Why do I feel lonesome, hollow? I was born to feel no sorrow I have seen the world we live in There's no taking without giving
Why do I feel lonesome, hollow? I was born to feel no sorrow I have seen the fires burning Witches with their screaming children
She bares the pentagram and is doomed to eternal hell Masked demons following us... hell is here, I can tell As I load my faithful guns I have no fear as I fare upon The narrow path to the darkest woods where beasts breath in my ears
I am the wolfslayer Yet my silver's begun to rust Please hear my words my lord as she casts on me their spell Let me pass from the gates in heaven, don't let me burn in hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
