Some down is true This is a cold Feel is the son of god An cold is black side Now is the troops People flying on the night Walking through the night The
Dolitician idiots, cruel warriors Backstreet suchers Holy terror, deadly masters Bring us pain, anger and destruction What you need is what you get What
(by Rolling Stones; Jagger/Richards) Sun turning 'round with graceful motion We're setting off with soft explosion Bound for a star with fiery oceans
The wind lashed in our faces The English found our traces On moss-covered land Scotland we defend At Stirling bridge we try to last But we fail to stand
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
