A foreign road

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 by www.metal-archives.com