His staff is shining bright As he sails through the night Before he ends his journey They will fall His wigs are made of steel Bringing death to those who feel The chosen stand Before him at his call
Where have you been Time changed to sin Has it begun, he is the one
The sun rides on his back, It is bright as it is black Bringing morning’s light Before it’s due Sound is at his side, His destruction three miles wide And you know he’s calling Just for you
His wings are made of steel, Bringing death to those who know And everyone that feels, Has felt the cutting of his blowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
