Hail the Black Redeemer, how long you been away! Caliph of the Darkness, I miss you every day I got this terrible feeling and don't know what to say Show me how to face the morning - Teach me how to play
The bad man keeps a callin' - He's hungry for my soul But down to you I'm comin', When death collects his toll The symbols on my door are changing every day So hail The Prince of Doom and Darkness - Help me on my way.
Down to your world go I Into your flames I fly
Master of the moonlight, visit me this day Tell me what I want to know and help me fly away Let me feel the fire melt into my soul Send the baking desert wind from pole to frozen pole
With your breath of fire fan this deathly mask Let the needle kiss my vein and give me all I ask Please don't let the dealer's heart grow hard if I can't pay Hail The Prince of Doom and Darkness - Help me on my way.
To think that I once called you friend The changes that you put me through And now it seems a change of plan Is all that I could do for you Though your thoughts are on the ebbing tide And you'll whisper at another strangers side Remember I'm the one who brought you your lady Leave your burning ships to die
Maybe you'll wonder in your time And see the flame of might land The treasures of a thousand kings Lay burned in the drifting sand But you will go on your way Out of sight with nothing to say Remember I'm the one who brought you your lady Leave your burning ships to die
Please forgive me mother - You said I'd never survive alone Swimming in and out of dreams that you could Never piece together in the silence you lost You bore the cost - For this: The ring on your finger Happiness was a Sunday afternoon
Mummy and Daddy are fighting next door The neighbours complained to the wife of the landlord The small hand's on the nine and the big hand's on ten It's time for the children to go to bed again
(Good bye Mother, forgive me and all my sins - Say They are forgotten - And so ... To bed)
Pull down the blinds and turn on the music You gotta roll off - I'm gonna roll on Turn off your mind and roll to the music I'm gonna go POP before it's begun.
Please forgive me mother if I appear to be far away Slipping in and out of arms that try to Hold me down for ever till the dust us do part Hand on my heard: It's true A light in your window Suppertime The shipwreck of your life!
Poor little Dinah, she's leaving home: She's going to marry a man in a hurry Monday and Tuesday still on the phone And mother can't work for a while though worrying.
(Good bye Mother, you tried so to put the blame on The world around you and so ... to bed)
