From the highlands they come. riding at black stallions at night.. Restless chaotic souls without peace. ravage the countryside and killing. all in sight..
Study war no more. Lay down your arms. Study war no more. Lay 'em down, lay 'em down now. Study war no more. Lay down your arms. Study war no more. Newsreels rattle the Nazi dread--.
(Music: Karl/Stefan / Lyrics: Stefan). Howling At The Fullmoon. In This Intense Midwinternight.. Behold The Masters Of Wilderness,. Hearken To How They Hold The Woods In Fright..
Let me speak. Let me spit out my bitterness. Born of grief and nights without sleep. And festering flesh. Do you have eyes?. Can you see like mankind sees?.
Master of the dictatorial realm. controlling the peolple with tyranny.. With a hand of iron. he is the total majesty.. . Lord of Ironhead is his name.
This is the reoccurring dream. Born in the dreary gap between. What we have now. And what we wish we could have. More fulfilling--and less frustrating!.
PENANCE CRANE:. The pirate anchored on a Wednesday. And why he came to port I wonder. To see a lady so my friends say. She dances for the sailors. In a smoky cabaret bar underground.
The Mountains And Forests Is His Fortress. The Primeval Starfilled Nightsky His Roof.. He Is The King Of The Forgotten Realm. Ruling With A Power Unknown..
I want to paint a picture. Botticelli style. Instead of Venus on a clam. I'd paint this flower child. "You are the air my flowers breathe". He calls, and the ladies turn around.
Born like a true hammerchild. I was along time ago.. Dubbed with lightning and steel. in the sign of the ravens.. Cold nordic winds. sweep across our land.
And so once again. My dear Johnny my dear friend. And so once again you are fightin' us all. And when I ask you why. You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall.
I've been makin' my way downtown. You've been waiting' for me to come get you. I know just where you wanna go. . I love it when we're together. You know that we could drive forever.
In the forest of moonlight. the secrets of ancient battler are hidden.. But in the northern lands. the memory of the brave still remain.. Between the trees at the meadow.
I'm down to a roll of dimes. I'm stalking the slot that's hot. I keep hearing bells all around me. Jingling in the lucky jackpots. They keep you tantalized.
A king, courageous and proud.. Across the wild seas he sailed. through hard storms and black clouds. with men who could not fail.. Victory was in their tail..
You spin around like a broken record. It plays your name every time the needle skips. It's been that way since the last December. I can't live like this anymore.
Peridots and periwinkle blue medallions. Gilded galleons spilled across the ocean floor. Treasure somewhere in the sea and he will find where. Never mind their questions there's no answer for.