In the horizon by the fall of the dark Even today appears silver and glossy like my jewel In the darkness a cold diamond The touch of dreams A ceramic
its power within it lies the harmonious truth a voyage into the cave of shadows yields the jewels of knowledge and wisdom does not the night and the silver moon
the night she's a restless spirit on an endless flight wooo hooo witchy woman, see how high she flies woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her
semuta, and witness to your lie to sink into the sea to sleep in your darkness we climb to your temple on the dark side of the moon in our endless disguise
halls beyond the west There strong and free a storm will rise A boat it bears with biting breath And a pilgrim from the lands of hope Beneath the moon
Silver, the moon high over pond of water calm and dark Woe, mist, the breath of the dragon, sweeping down mountain side All still, the day asleep, the
We sail through endless skies Stars shine like eyes The black night sighs The moon in silver trees Falls down in tears Light of the night The earth,
Dragons to the left of me Demons to the right The dark lord smiles with scarlet eyes As the silver vampire bites A million stars blaze in my hand And moon
[Black Sabbath cover] We sail through endless skies Stars shine like eyes The black night sighs The moon in silver trees Falls down in tears Light of
Starlight laser points at you Sing to the ghost of summers blue Lay back, transcend into the moon Mother of wisdoms' holy tomb Phaze your sight -
Mellow Hey! Ho! It's The Man With The Silver Pipe!!!! [****Shattered Again!] Headblaster Of Reality, Evil Priest From Hell Unveils Endless Solitude
to keep over the ocean in america far away and fast asleep silent stars blinking in the blackness of an endless sky cold silver satellites, ghostly caravans
in the night she's a restless spirit on an endless flight wooo hooo witchy woman, see how high she flies woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her
Fire eye flashin' bright Come again into my dream tonight Don't fade away when the mornin' comes Fadin' in the sun Nada One, Nada One Moonshone silver
Picture this: two thirty on the hottest night in June He awaits for no reason and checks his watch by the moon And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes
