Dark Moor

Hidden in the silence of your room
He whispers lies that will bring your doom
The Devil
He walks with his hoofs of goatish male
Chaining the men to the egoism jail
The Devil
Choir
For black magic power
High majestic tower
Fills your heart of ire
Promises of desire
For black magic power
High majestic tower
Fills your mind
A beam falls down from a clean sky
Bringing ruin to you, my friend
Chorus:
The bells chime, Devil in the tower
Looks over his column at the human fall
No more time, Devil in the tower
And ever in your mind you feel his call.
Two men are falling down
The souls cry and the thorn
Will be your crown
The sceptre in my left hand
I ever reign in the material land
You will red the book of truth
Then you will feel madness