Songtext von Perceval

Gaze into the blighted lands Find the way, find the way ahead The blood of God is on their hands The pure of heart will have sweet revenge I will find the holy grail Perceval, carry on my son Cause weíre on the verge Of breaking through the mirror Like the sands of time Running through the vial We are on the verge Of breaking through the mirror One last time The magic runs forevermore Chase the night, chase the night away The more we see the less we know The pure of heart will seize the light of day I will find the holy grail Perceval, carry on my son Cause weíre on the verge Of breaking through the mirror Like the sands of time Running through the vial We are on the verge Of breaking through the mirror One last time I will find the holy grail Perceval, carry on my son Cause weíre on the verge Of breaking through the mirror Like the sands of time Running through the vial We are on the verge Of breaking through the mirror One last time Perceval, carry on my son Cause weíre on the verge Of breaking through the mirror Like the sands of time Running through the vial We are on the verge Of breaking through the mirror One last time Perceval (carry on my son)