Cover di The Rivalry

The Rivalry
Album - 9 febbraio 1998 - Debaser id 65695

di Running Wild

[Rolf Kasparek]

Three days of darkness, eternal light
Celestial sign swallows up the light
A raging storm, Armaggeddon's here
The enslaved's hope is the evil fear

He rides the wind on silent wings, Laserbeams ripping steel
Black helicopters go up in flames, before they know that he's real

Firebreather, raging from the stormy sky
Firebreather, smoke and thunder steal the light away

Black soldiers walk the gates of hell
They drop their mask, they come off their shell
Minotaurs and genetic beasts
Invade the world with a bloody feast

He rides the wind on silent wings, Laserbeams ripping steel
Black helicopters go up in flames, before they know that he's real

Firebreather, raging from the stormy sky
Firebreather, smoke and thunder steal the light away

Man in black your time is up
Universal law, your outta luck
No dirty tricks, no unfair fight
He shoots your head off with his first strike

He rides the wind on silent wings, Laserbeams ripping steel
Black helicopters go up in flames, before they know that he's real

Firebreather, raging for the stormy sky
Firebreather, smoke and thunder steal the light away
Il tuo voto:
[Rolf Kasparek]

The fight of light & darkness put the test on you
The pain of tribulation is what you're going through
Determination is on you, cause fate's in your own hand
The power of seduction is the test you have to stand

Days of war and thunder, that's what the dark lives on
A fast trip on a one-way until all good is gone
They love to see you falling to save their binding spell
You're on a suicide mission, a final trip to hell

Death is calling, unerring destiny
Black heart's falling for all eternity

Resurrection, the soul survivors stand
Chain-reaction, but the good at heart will stand the hand of fate

So see the whole connection, between all things they do
They try to daze your senses, cause the evil's never true
They promise you their heaven, they're going you their hell
A ticket to damnation is what these people sell

Death is calling, unerring destiny
Balck heart's falling for all eternity

Resurrection, the soul survivors stand
Chain-reaction, but the good at heart will stand the hand of fate
Il tuo voto:
[Rolf Kasparek]

He was born at the shore of Greenhock in the year 1645
Ran away at the age of fourteen, to flee from his soul-killing life
He signed on to sail the wild-winds
But he worked down his hands and his knees
He stood his test on the waters, so they said "He was bred to the sea"

In 1697, the "Adventurer..." was setting its sails
With the letter of marque and reprisal, Kidd was prepared for his trail
They sailed the sea with the mission, to hunt down "Tew" and "Long Ben"
A serious riot was rising, so Kidd struck down one of his men
And he died!

Blue-blooded men they fell from grace
Piranhas eating their own
They sacrificed at the altar of lies
So fate took its course in the ballad of William Kidd

The "Adventurer..." returned to her hometown, Kidd was forced to defence
They charged him with looting and murder his patrons and generous friends
He'd left his crew at St. Thomas, to guard his honour from shame
But the lords they lied like a trooper, not to lose their own heads in the game

Blue-blooded men they fell from grace
Piranhas eating their own
They sacrificed at the altar of lies
So fate took its course in the ballad of William Kidd

The lords testified, their unholy lies, to save their own heads from the gallows
They sacrificed Kidd, they took him for a ride that conspiratorial fellows

They judged him and they found him guilty of piracy of the high seas
Betraying men of honour, you know lie and cheat as they please
A case of judicial murder caused the death of a seafaring man
Slanderous bunch of liars, to hell your souls will be damned

Blue-blooded men they fell from grace
Piranhas eating their own
They sacrificed at the altar of lies
So fate took its portentous course. What a shame!
In the ballad of William Kidd

[Dedicated to the memory of William Kidd]
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