Misfit
(专辑: Night On Bröcken - 1984)
He was the
sun of champion, A
proud Olympian. Taught his boy all the
tricks He'd ever need to win. The
games were fierce as battle, Not for ordinary man. A
man born of royal blood Must live by sword in hand. This one not so lucky, As he fell to his knees. Suddenly inflicted, Deranged with disease. His father act with fury, You must not scorn his name. Cast him to the
forest, Return never again. The
nights cold and darkened As the
boy turned into man. Took shelter in the
jackyl's den, The
cave Tartarean. Confronted by the
serpent Now your soul belongs to me. For your health and strength, Sell your soul and you'll go free. Eager to accept the
bribe, For revenge in his mind. Dawn reflect from the
blade, The
forest left behind. His strength grew with every stride, He was healthy as an ox. No one would stop him. You live by the
sword, And die by the
sword. Avenge everyone in your way. Condemning a
Misfit For innocence his sin. His blade will avenge you someday. He's a
Misfit. He's a
Misfit. Defeating every wild beast And swordsman in the
ring. Victor of the
main event Wed daughter of the
king. He glances to the
throne Where sits the
royal regime. The
king who cast the
misfit died, His father reigned supreme. The
charge begins, first pass is made The
serpent's face revealed. Time has come to meet his fate, The
bribe kept concealed. He casts his blade with vengeance And pierced his father's soul. Satan would take him. You live by the
sword, And die by the
sword. Avenge everyone in your way. Condemning a
Misfit For innocence his sin. His blade will avenge you someday, oh no. He's a
Misfit. Misfit, Misfit, he's a
Misfit.