Tormentor. . Riding in darkness through the hell of the night. Give all your torment to the heaven's might. In the name of satan spread all your fear.
They're marching, they're marching. They're marching into violence. They're killing, they're killing. They're killing for the tyrants. . Forever born to kill, tools of warrior race.
Silent places after rain. Monuments fall the last strike of fate. End time ravens over blood oceans flames. . Spread the ancient plague. Among the wolves of wrath.
For the first time in my life. I've seen the fire within your eyes. My mind, it screams for shelter now. I know I've got to resist some how. . My religion, my certain death.
Terrible Certainty. . Die! Slowly you're dying. From this contagious disease. Once you're infected there's no hope of a cure. Your passing is a sure thing.
My inner eyes see many spheres. A cruel dimension where time and space distort beyond control. A ride to another center of the universe. My thoughts come undone make me see the dark stains on my soul.
Living your live in endless frustration. Everyday you get nervous and teased. You think about your youth with sex and pleasure. Now the times have changed the blood you bleed.
I'm a long way from home. I don't know where I'll go. I a'int slept in days. And the water's running low. . Got a posse at my back. And bullet in my side.
They say that there's a hole in the atmosphere. The things you think will last disappear. When you were ready to say I do. Somebody lowered the boom on you.
Big house, big car, back seat, full bar. Houseboat won't float, bank won't tote the note. Too much stuff, there's just too much stuff. It'll hang you up dealing with too much stuff.
Like gravel in the driveway. Asphalt on the highway. Like a blown out worn down tire. Like the head of a hammered nail. Like the bars in the county jail.
I know how much you hate to get up in the mornin'. But somebody's gotta make a move.. There's a parking lot full of Po-lice outside. And they all 'axed' of you..
Heart to heart talks and moonlight walks. Receiving money by mail. A fireplace with a view and being here with you. Honey, sure beats laying in that Fort Worth jail.
If you take your time, you'll get what you want. If you take your time, honey, you'll get just what you want. So don't hurry me, don't worry me, take it easy baby.
When the last eagle flies. Over the last crumbling mountain. And the last lion roars. At the last dusty fountain. In the shadow of the forest. Though she may be old and worn.
In my dream, children sing. a song of love for every boy and girl. The sky is blue. and fields are green. and laughter is the language of the world. Then I wake and all I see,.