Dark seeds were planted,
When the king gave up his throne.
Lost
It was the year 1095 in the heart of France
Summoned
[instrumental]
A seed was sown within my mind and began to
Won't you come into my parlor, make yourself at home
The
I guess I'll walk alone in the pouring rain
I hold
It's a landscape of terror of evil's dark hue
Beset by
I guess I'll walk alone in the pouring rain
I hold
I was staring out the window
My thoughts dancing on the
[The lyrics to this song are no doubt controversial, however
Follow me down to the sanctuary.
I'll show you where all
How many times must I feel this way?
The fool who
How many times must I feel this way
The fool who
Let's blame the music world or maybe the gun makers
What
The whispering call of evening falls upon the waiting mortal
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