الكلمات الأصلية
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Lord of the damned
Calls his jet - black son
Hey , sikks , you have to put
Put out the witches light
His stallion is fire and ice
He`s riding on the wind
In spite of desert tales
His horse knows the secret ways
Then the witch preceives the
Ager - danger - thunder - lightning !
And the evil pronounces the end
His way is long and bleak
Which witch he has to seek ?
The laws of the night - no way -
Nothing except of fight
The the witch preceives the
Anger - danger - thunder - lightning !
And the evil pronounces the end
Without warning
Turning back
Like a hangman
He`s breaking her neck
