(Instrumental)
Take a look into the crystal Take a look at what the Future may bring All around you is darkness As your shattered soul screams As I stand before the
I feel the distant stare Of a watching eye Watching eyes of THE woodsman Quivers of death await me here I'm blind to their illusion - confusion Fletching
SHRILL OF THE HORN SCREAMS MY NAME POUNDING THE GROUND THE GAMES BEGIN THE CROWD THEY ROAR THE BLOOD IT BOILS INSIDE ME I FEAR NOT YOU YOU FEAR NOT ME
Now I tell you an ancient tale Of an ancient man From not such a distant land Chivalry rode forth on his mighty horse The crest of the church Engraved
My entrance purely pleasure For your riches I ask you not For I am the gleeman Who loves to sing And strike upon my golden harp So I bow before you
Taking time out to create His own war It an aerial assault It's the war of the bird Strapped to his forearm Awaiting flight, He's blind as the night
It was just another night She held me in Her arms so tight We were dreaming with the Stars in our eyes But I never realized Like The wild in a cage
