The morning woke, the day was breakin' . . . she left me far behind. She was gone, I couldn't take it . . . no more tears to cry.. . We gathered 'round her place of resting, for the last goodbye.
I feel the pain inside my heart. like a knife it tears me apart. My tears they shed I have no one. God, please tell me what i have done. . I have no friends, no one who cares.
He was once a younger man, just like you and I. But times have changed for this old man, the story makes you cry. . Now the nights are getting colder, can you lift a hand.
It comes through the heavens, on a mission from hell. A force of destruction, that nothing can repel. A story is born that no one will live to tell. .
Deliver us from all the wicked. Deliver us from the woe. Free, these chains of hell. and now's the time to strike the final blow. . One by one, to the swords, to the guns!.
on the eve of tribulation. before the morrow's wrath. it was then then that the covens gathered. for the final black mass!. the moon it was full. and the time had come for us all.
The morning has come with the dawn of the sun,. and the masses arise to the day.. They meet their despair in pointless travail,. lost in the eyes of the world where Death is the stage..