[Theme: Jeanne D' Arc / France]. . Maid of Orleans and Pucelle where the names. Six hundred years ago. Godly voices directed your aim. The seventh awaits.
Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade. A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame. Friendless he appears, he hides behind his tears.
[K. Vanderhoof]. . Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade. A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame. Friendless he appears, he hides behind his tears.
Times like these to people please. Fables spread like some disease. New age gods like old facades. Write a book you'll like the odds. . You'll like the odds.
I hold the key to the world's security. Any price they'll pay to me, pay to me. . I see the signs and I heed the call. No one will know me, no one at all.
Extended hand a friendly man who doesn't trust a soul. I wonder why that meeting eyes could put your life on hold. Do people feel humanity is something of the past?.
That old white haired judge from Dallas. Didn't pay my story no mind. They're takin' me down to Huntsville. I'm bringin' in a load of time. . They caught me on a caper that I planned for days.
I have seen him there. Master of light, master of the night. Master of all the things that shine. . Oh, I believe. I believe in all that I have seen. And I have seen the angel of light.
I have seen him there. Master of light, master of the night. Master of all the things that shine. . Oh, I believe. I believe in all that I have seen. And I have seen the angel of light.
Everything is so strange in here. And as I look through your eyes. I can see what you're thinking of me. I am deep inside. . Deep inside your head, causing you pain.
Tonight the circle is meeting again. Who will be the first to fall in trance. In here nobody is sensing the rain. Tonight a spirit will glance. . So as they're approaching ghostly hour.
Listen, Im a corpse, Im a corpse. Im a corpse without soul. Satan, hes taken, hes taken. He taken his toll. . Listen, Im a corpse, Im a corpse. Im a corpse without soul.
Listen, I'm a corpse, I'm a corpse. I'm a corpse without soul. Satan, he's taken, he's taken. He taken his toll. . Listen, I'm a corpse, I'm a corpse.
THE HUNTING SEASON BEGINS. . ONLY WHEN THE SPIDER SPINS A WEB. ITS UNPROTECTED FROM THE STALKING GRIP. OF PREDATORS LURKING DESCRETE IN THE TREES. THEIR NIGHTSIGHT LIGHTS UP THE SKYLINE IN GREED.
[Music: Kral]. . Shoulder to shoulder. In union we stand. The power brigade. Blasting all the way through the God's land. Side by side. It's the alliance we've planned.
[Music: Jakob]. . Join me. . ... The dark .... . Welcome to the Unaited States of Neuropa. Welcomes you all. Here's plenty of place for all. The criminals.
Just like an innocent child. you smile your arms are open wide. . But in time I'll sure you. loose your will and passion. to this life that is unsure.
I've been hurring to you. My last wish. My life. Sacrificing the dearest. . Be dead. You one be used by all. Be dead, bye. In the name of life. Be dead.
Your tired eyes cannot light yourpath. This weariness! It's hard to stay awake. Time goes by. You can't afford to waste away. Your mission needs your strenghts.
The pale sun spits a slow death down. to this blinded mankind. while the wooden horse of science. elevates a grey hell to the sky. So the little superbrains.