Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone;
Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone;
Taken by the Church, his soul will be slave of God;
In the belfry's beauty is his f ...
Play the drums of heaven, flee from here to a remote land
The scourge of your people threatens to destroy the man
When the swords plunge into your souls, you will rest in peace
Now I want to pass m ...
Along the river of fantasy we'll get to a place
Which they want to see. Across the valley of illusion
We'll have to climb the mountains of confusion
And challenge all the sings without breaking our ...