with one thousand faces. All your own, each one alone. Time is what you're wasting, looking for answers in the wrong places. Taken over by thoughts of what's above and below
faced with one thousand faces. All your own, each one alone. Time is what you're wasting, looking for answers in the wrong places. Taken over by thoughts of what's above and below
you'll ever know Everything I can show I have the answers to all questions Above us here and far below No voices will be raised in anger No cruel ambitions
horror at the cruel sea far below We're hanging from our ankles We're hanging from this spot We're hanging from our ankles ... From this spot My hand
is the lullaby from a mother's heart and soul when she knows her child has strayed from the foal The parish will perish by death's cruel hand and finish
seduction and the power of the curse The thunder of chaos boils in the sky For on this infernal night the human race dies Force of will, cold and cruel
towards seduction and the power of the curse The thunder of chaos boils in the sky For on this infernal night the human race dies Force of will, cold and cruel
hound and perch my good grey hawk And thee, my steed, may graze thy fill for I must dismount and walk But come when you hear my horn and answer swift
