a road into shadows, on through haunted meadows
a road so old, so dark, the trail where the damned walk
as only darkness cares, i choose to wander here
a time to evil be, as death awaits me ...
a road dark, where the damned walk
a road old, open arms to fold me
i recall the crossroads, the junction of the ways
the misty morning fog, when i chose my faith
as no one ever cared, i chose to be all you fear
a time to evil be, damnation waits me ...
a road dark, where the damned walk
a road old, open arms to fold me |