We're diggin' down! We're diggin' down! Last night you had a bad dream Sometimes the night is more real than it seems Don't make a sound The reaper
Until the end of time I know you'll be mine Forever and ever We stay together When thunder and lighting Changes love into hate Our curse will come true
[The story of Arthur's final resting place, the journey to the Fairy Island, the sword of Excalibur, which Percival bequeathed to the Lady of the Lake
Scream and die - at the gallows pole Where the hanged are singing songs of despair Hope is the last what they have in mind Songs of revolution are hanging
[1] The wind lashed in our faces The English found our traces On moss-covered land Scotland we defend At Stirling bridge we try to last But we fail to
For glory and fame I wandered the Earth And now I've come back to the place of my birth Where shadows turn human see mountain streams Ghosts of buried
What a fool I'm, what a helpless soul Why I betray him, they are on patrol What can I do to solve my consciences It seems that I have to carry the consequences
[1] In the dark of the night Behind the walls They say that we worship an idol Behind the walls A devil in disguise An unholy cat But it's a secret
Pain and death spreaad everywhere Fouul desease hangs in the air Corpses rot live to die Fate selects with closed eyes Black Death rules the country
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Far away from the rising sun I saw a shadow following me Water glimmering before my eyes But it's only the devil in disguise I feel a hand caressing
I walk alone through burning towns My sword is in my hand But the battle has been lost And there is nothing to defend At Culloden in seventeen fourty
I look around and see their faces I feel the hate and deadly embraces They're screaming and laughing I hear their obscenities They're crying and joking
This is the fascinating tale of the Templars, propably the most powerful and mysterious organisations of the Middle Ages. The Order of The Poor Knights
Bloody legs and bloody hands Bloody necks and bloody heads A smell of sulphur lays over me A smell of mould also too What I see, I know it's true A
Out of the cold, they are rising up Nameless creatures, bent on revenge They follow blind a senseless idol Their religion is black and suicidal Black
You site alone in lightless chambers, all the love you had is gone No one there to catch your fall, you never felt so alonoe Blackened thoughts in lonely
A savage dragon in the dark cavern mouth A rancid below pours from it If you are spatterd with his venomous poison Beware and protect from his swishing