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Demons & Wizards

Gallows Pole

 

Gallows Pole

(álbum: Demons & Wizards - 2000)


Endless stairs, a guiding light.
It seems to shine bright, but it's cold.

Wicked signs will mark our way.
Wicked signs will mark our way.

Mark our way.
Mark our way.
Mark our way.

Call me Messiah, I am god.
A true lord, but alone.
Call me a liar, I won't deny that I'm mad.

Am I evil, am I good?
Mad existence, faith and greed.

The universe, a gallows pole.
Extinction of the living soul.

Towards the sun we'll keep moving.
Fate I hold in hand.
Dancing 'til the end, I am condemned.
Oh, I bring all mankind's end.
The end, I've seen all life die.

A shattered heart, an empty soul.
Just one false move and it took its toll.
The rising of an evil seed.
I can't describe the pain I feel.
Outside it's dark, inside it's cold.
The sun still shines bright, but its time is short.

Endless stairs.
A guiding light that once was warm, but now it's bitter cold.
It's freezing hearts, it's freezing souls.
Soon icy shades will cover all.

It pretends to be alive.
It pretends to be alive.

Be alive!
Be alive!
Be alive!

Collapse of the mother, all will die.
The void it frightens me.
I've faced the demon and he dwells inside.

When I laugh, it's tears I hide.
When I cry, it's joy inside.
A foul disease has stained the land.
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.

When I cry, it's joy inside.
A wicked smile for all the tears I hide.
It hurts to hold all the pain I feel.
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.

Nothing is real, nothing but him.

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