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Running Wild Black Hand Inn

Cuts down firs where men would flee Wooden beams and mortal, the timber shack is taking shape The tavern's baptized "Black Hand Inn" A blackened hand

Oversættelse: Running Wild. Black Hand Inn.

at the stake. One charred black hand was all that was left of him. From that day on the "hill of stakes" was called "Black Hand Hill" and was avoided.

: Brainless and narrow minded, a blockhead all the way Prejudice's your religion, your maxim's to betray Evil and overbearing, stupid cupidity A mean

: Spineless and false you are creeping through time Your flag's turning with the wind, your advantage is prime Feathering your neat is your one and only

highest goal The holy dragonpaths, flowing streams of energy The breath of life is in its veins, where the spirit's running free Dragonmen will bring

: Souldead fools, their hands up high Spreading terror, the innocent die Throwing bombs, the intention to kill Soulless slaves, no reasons, no will

: [bonus track] Slaves to maney, bad ot the bone Blood is running through veis unknown Mindless liars, stonedead souls, Putting you straight int oa

: The howling wildwind blows, eternal freedom calls Its soul is running free from care Its spirit's wild and free flowing in the wind The taste of freedom