Paroles de Without Warning

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