Into the city he roars One thousand horses at his command. A glistening white chariot Rides like starlight across the land.
The power that he holds Within his mighty grasp, Would make any demon run and hide For fear of fatal clash.
As he unleashes his strength, People gather from miles around. They come to witness magic, Blinding lights and thunderous sound.
He's the heavy metal wizzard And he's brewing up a rock storm Heavy metal Wizzard, Heavy metal rock storm, Molten metal blizzard, Heavy metal Wizzard
The wizzard is lord master, King of warlocks, far and wide. He’s got the devil by the horns And God stands by his side.
His deed is done, The storm has passed. His visit here was not the first, Nor will it be the last.
He’s the heavy metal wizzard And he’s brewing up a rock storm.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
