The story of a man Who lived long ago An evil sorcerer He was born without a soul Damned to remain on earth Until the end of time No curse to be broken No spell to unbind His heart was blackened By his hatred for mankind He swore he would be king It was only a question of time In his castle he would plan His evil strategy Creating creatures of darkness Living death machines Blackwing, cast your evil spell Blackwing, unleash your dogs from hell Blackwing He decrees, I will take them by storm, fire, flood or beast As he strokes his black dragon Assuring it a fine feast Blood will flow from streams to rivers Staining all in its path Vengeance will be mine Mine at last Blackwing, cast your evil spell Blackwing, unleash your dogs from hell Blackwing Blackwing On the eve of his world siege Blackwing lay down to rest assuming dreams of his coronation and destined conquest, But these dreams were not to be dreamt as the tale is understood for the evil threat of Blackwing’s attempt was enlightened by the light of good. and the people did rejoice as the cloud ridden skies did clear a global sigh in relief in relief of their greatest fear. Blackwing, cast your evil spell Blackwing, unleash your dogs from hell Blackwing BlackwingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
