Everything he left behind. Familiar faces his own kind. All his friends he left to years. Turned off and left them to their tears. The sea took him with it's mighty hand.
London,after midnight,in the streets. Shadows try to flee the light. While the fog is eating up your steps. . Did you read the news today,so why. Don't you stay at home this night?.
Lonely the beach was lying. Golden fades the sun. All his dreams, all hope was gone. Since he saw her dying. He can't find no more. Peace of mind - a light behind the door.
Another sunset glow, another dusk. And I'm getting restless. There's a fire deep inside. I feel the curse's coming. True again, metamorphosis. My clothing gets so light.
Caribbean sunrise. on the sea lighting rays. on the red horizon. ships appear with sails that seem to blaze. forty fearless outlaws. always ready to fight.
Embracing shadows lie on me. The night shall stay. I don't wan to see. The righteous way. I know that she isn't free. She gave her word. Her life has to be.
The Spaniard - is he an enemy?. He seems so frank, so free. The Spaniard - he looks like good company. A sailor, just like me. At least somebody I can ask.
Four hundred miles from Moscow, Beresina's the river's name. I'm longing for some warmness, scarlet cold runs in my veins. Each step's a dance with darkness on the edge of the icy jaw.
Grey morning, dawn won the fight. Daylight drives away the night. Fog's rising out in the fields. The birth of winter is in sight. . Dark shadow's fall from the sky.
Wake up, keep quiet. Can you hear the screaming, too?. Don't move, just listen. To the Knocks of the cloven hoof. . Watch out, they're coming. Looks have encircled you.
Now the last rays of the daylight. slowly fade away. (the) night's closing in. Outside of the village. there's a meeting on the hill. they call 'the sin'.
When the night's falling. and the dark's crawling. in the streets where the bats fly out to kill. When a wolf's howling. and the death's prowling. when the witches are dancing on the hill.
Now the pain's getting weaker. The pressure's growing less. Soon the dusk hails the dark with a caress. When the shadows' getting longer. The hunter stalks his prey.
It's midnight, a night-owl. is howling on a withering tree. but watch out, there's something. Going on, on the cemetery. the body-snatcher. is digging up the graves.
The gates are closed, the bolts are welded. they've left the red death far behind. in the abbey's deep seclusion. there's just beauty, there is wine. .
Desire, born in the fire. I want to look into my future. No name, it's all the same. I know it's a horrible creature. That day, we seek the way. I hope that I will soon know more.
Grey dawn of day. the piercing war-cries fade away. the fate is sealed. life has left the battle-field. . Once they were a mighty army. standing one for all.
I'd like to welcome you. You've come from far away. Step right up, get close. I'll take you on a ride. I'll tell you tales. About the times of ancient days.
A circle of warriors, weapons in the hand. All their heads on the ground. The victor's sitting near on empty stand. While the wind whirls leaves around.