the keeper You Know my name Kill the reaper Feed the Flame I'm a Rider Blood red sky THE OUTSIDER 'Till I die Last rite Time to meet your maker In the black
m the keeper You Know my name Kill the reaper Feed the Flame I'm a Rider Blood red sky THE OUTSIDER 'Till I die Last rite Time to meet your maker In the black
Pony Trick You know you need a Vacation With your mighty fine Wealth Now You're livin' In a typhoon You better check your health I see the risin' of the Black
: You were born in a jetstream down in south caroline gotta (got a ?) roll in the big scheme now you're ready to shine you're the one last soul you (
the river I'll never sleep till I'm gone It's cold on the mountain I could not leave you alone I am a messenger This is my prophecy I'm goin' back To the Black Country
: I'm on my way to Avalon So high above the sea No sympathy, cos I'll be gone Now won't you come with me And I can see the matador He move without a
: You're bound to think that I'm on the shore From a sea that never came There's no time to find the time I've done what has to be done Voices call the
: I seen the tallest mountains I've drank your finest wine I've been your soldier of fortune I bend to down to my last dime Now it's mind over matter
I gotta go away Maybe the line is wider baby Gonna take that fast train You have tried to go the distance But you can't get no release You will fade to black
: Long day is gone I feel so hollow I see my spirit, it falls from grace I travel on, hope you will follow I'm on the outside, I can't get no space
: I left my house And the sound of the city And they call me A Vagabond And my fate Has been decided In the arc light Before the dawn I got a brand new
great divide Im sanctified Be by your side I hope we dont collide So let me ride The great divide Its beautiful I dont live in superstition Gonna let my freak flag fly Gotta black
: I come to my senses And I feel like I've just been born Gonna tear down the fences And my feet have been shackled and torn And I face my resistance
: You know the state of mind I'm in How could I get so low? Erase it from my memory, the hands of fate They move too slow I'm goin' down so hard to fall
: I hold, the passion For many years, i would listen The heavy weight upon my chest Like a wailing wall Code of silence of a dying heart Don't know