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
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