I love my cat, she's a wonderful one But she drives me mad I poked out her eye and then her eye And now she's dead And in the night the house burnt down
Avalon Avalon On the way to Avalon Excalibur will go on Saved from the evil, true to the drake Kept by the lady of the lake Screaming, bleeding, dying
In the dark of the night Behind the walls They say that we worship an idol Behind the walls A devil in disguise An unholy cat But it's a secret We keep
The foul smell of evil hangs over the moores Where in a lonely hut witches dwell. Repelling creatures ageless feared and fitted With powers from the depths
This is the fascinating tale of the Templars, probably the most powerful and mysterious organisation of the Middle Ages. The Order of the Poor Knights
My king won another crown - for Scotland's pride That is what we thought but we were not right Now he rules in London - a faceless king Sold his ancient
Pain and death spreaad everywhere Fouul desease hangs in the air Corpses rot live to die Fate selects with closed eyes Black Death rules the country and
You're a precious pearl In a fragile shell With a rose colored skin And the roses smell Your long golden hair Reflecting the light Your emerald eyes
This is the fascinating tale of the Templars, propably the most powerful and mysterious organisations of the Middle Ages. The Order of The Poor Knights
View your time are come The warning from the bell To late to run Let's the scream coming night In the falling of the bombs It's the fly of the worms When
You site alone in lightless chambers, all the love you had is gone No one there to catch your fall, you never felt so alonoe Blackened thoughts in lonely
I'm the old man of the mountainsleader of Muslim warriors I hand them the revelating pipe Then they know the after-life Wherever I order suicide You
Raging on a warpath, storming through the town Blowing it to pieces, killing all around Fighting for existance, looking for a way Now it's getting harder
Standing on a lonely shore, beauty does unfold Kissed by the dawning light, the sea is painted gold Never seen alike before, innocent and pure We never
Locked on your flock Some gods are in your own And wives scream tonight and die So take my black Take my steel My eyes is alright So terrified My gain
Break the law Pride will fall Break the chains Freedom calls Our time is coming This land is ours The mental slavery Of all mankind Will soon be over
Not there days ago In a place no one knows Someone took the life of the man Who killed my wife She'd been forced by a gang I swore that all would hang
I walk alone through burning towns My sword is in my hand But the battle has been lost And there is nothing to defend At Culloden in seventeen fourty