Porrohman

(álbum: The Crossing - 1983)

Night hangs on the city
Like a blanket on a cage
A sacrifice prepared

Laughter lies on faces
Where the sun has never shone
The fear of life is strong

We are waiting in a forest
Deep and dark behind the wall
What is hidden in our hearts

Absolves us of all worry
When our fate is in the hands
Of a demon or a god

Porrohman come from the inside of time
Takes his dust from a moving line
On our knees with our eyes on the ground
Those once lost have now been found

Give us iron give us rope
Give us iron give us rope

Save us from all worldly pain
Save us from the glowing rain
Save us from all love and hope
Give us iron give us rope

Give us iron give us rope
Give us iron give us rope