In the western forests, by the endless sea Surrounded by forces of the enemy Legions of the twilight had come to take their land Yet all those tales
What could there better be to do Than live our lives in genial rooms But dona??t you rest - ita??s time to realize For everyone to live this life Lights
I live my dream, my guitar is a time machine A magic journey to the land of the free I start to play, Heavy Metal is the only way To fly into the dream
My heritage of wilderness, my legacy of god Gathering rage and then it explodes What shall be will be What wea??ll be youa??ll see Kept in the cellars
Heavy Metal is our church and Judas is our priest We love Heavy Metal and we live it like a beast We wear Heavy Metal shirts and Heavy Metal trousers
No light in the darkness, wea??ve opened the gate No chance to turn back, ita??s far too late Onward through blackness where eyes cannot see The ancient
Atop the mountain of steel we stand With our swords of steel in our hands As we ride with our steel into battle We will fight for the steel and the Metal
Black is the night, black like never before Death is pillaging the lands evermore The time of truth and faith seems to be long gone Long has our music
Glory, power, steel and war Heavy Metal is the law Fight with pride, hammer of steel Before the gods of war we kneel Steel forever on my side Hammer,
MET THE BEAST ELVENPATH IT?S THE HONESTY OF THESE WORLDS RULED BY MAGIC AND MIGHTY SWORDS THAT MAKES MY SOUL LONG FOR THE PAST ELVENPATH The moonwitch
Naked in midwinter magic Lies an angel in the snow - The frozen ficure crossed by tracks of wolves An encounter, symbolic, yet truthfull With a hungry
Take heed, dear heart Once apart, she can touch nor me nor you Dressed as one A wolf will betray a lamb Lead astray the gazers The razors on your seducing
It is the end of all hope To lose the child, the faith To end all the innocence To be someone like me This is the birth of all hope To have what I once
A grand oasis in the vastness of gloom Child of dew-spangled cobweb, Mother to the Moon Constellations beholders of the 3rd vagrant Theater for the play
They came for him one winter's night. Arrested, he was bound. They said there'd been a robbery, his pistol had been found. They marched him to the station
We're walking in the air We're floating in the moonlit sky The people far below are sleeping as we fly I'm holding very tight I'm riding in the midnight
For whom the gun tolls For whom the prey weeps Bow before a war Call it religion Some wounds never heal Some tears never will Dry for the unkind Cry
"I was born amidst the purple waterfalls. I was weak, yet not unblessed. Dead to the world. Alive for the journey. One night I dreamt a white rose withering
