Dark Moor

Walking trought the lane
when conforms our life
we play a fool's game
to survive
Pleasure enclosed me
enbracning with loving arms
Pain came to me
with great harm
[Brigde I:]
have you ever wonder
are we just victims of fate
Fed with the seeds of hate?
why must be wander
towards the dark unknow gate
altrough our will is great?
[Chorus:]
Ol by the strange paths of destiny
searching out hard my hidden place
faces weave (the) life cord of humanity
in the en their last verdict can't wait