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