Diamond Head

Lonely moor, sky is grey
Moon acroos the waves
See the steely shafts of light reflect across the bay
Towards the tower
The coach prepares
To shed its load of life
I'm prepared for what they see
For what they meet tonight
To Heaven form Hell
I've been there before
To Heaven from Hell
Sweet I'm Sure
To Heaven form Hell
I've been there before
To Heaven from Hell
Lock my door
On we go, up to the castle
Death waits for our call
left unkempt, but quietly praying
Remembers when to call
Alone for now
But soon not so
As we return to reclaim